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(Boy)Friend Material | Part II | csc x f!reader
Part I
Seungcheol really thought that, having met you on a dating app, you'd be more into, well, dating him. He supposes he should have made sure you knew that's what he thought you were doing.
Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~9.2k | Pairing: csc x f!reader | Genre: romance, smut
Warnings: elevator makeouts, minor safe sex discussion, lil tiny mention of birth control making reader depressed, restraining, oral f. rec., vaginal fingering, squirting, sex with a condom, crying during sex
Reader Notes: referred to with she/her pronouns, has two cats, has breasts and a vagina, gets carried by cheol, wap
Seungcheol is still fucking floored that heâs been dating you without your knowledge for four months.Â
All this time, heâs feared that you werenât as into him as he was into you. What else was he supposed to think when he was constantly the one reaching out? He was the one making the dates, and inviting you to hangouts with his friends, and asking if he could come over and spend time with you.Â
He tried not to mind that it was always him hugging you, him wanting to hold your hand, him touching you in all the little ways people in relationships do. He told himself that he just hadnât discovered your love language yet, and that once he did, things would change.Â
Honestly, if you were anyone else, he probably wouldnât have stuck it out so long. He was willing and able to because youâre you, and he likes you so damn much.Â
You got his attention effortlessly with your opener, and the way you committed to the bit instead of backing down or changing the subject kept him interested. Then when he met you, you were somehow even funnier and prettier in person, and he was fucking enchanted. As soon as you parted ways, he was trying to figure out how he could see you again, dreaming up different scenarios and cycling through ideas until finally, he just asked. You said yes, so he kept asking.Â
And now here he sits on your couch (where he can be found most Sundays), playing with your cats and listening to your musings as you pack your weekend bag. He doubts you think he can hear you or you probably wouldnât be asking yourself, âComfy or sexy?â out loud. Heâs not sure which you pick but heâs kind of hoping for comfy because thatâs always been sexy to him, the surety that youâre comfortable around him and cozy as can be.Â
Itâs been a while since his last relationship and heâs not a serial dater like some of his friends, so he was a bit out of practice when he met you. Still, he counted himself lucky that you grew to be so comfortable around him after only a few weeks, though now he knows itâs because you thought he was just your friend.Â
He regrets that it took him thinking you wanted to break up to finally be honest about feeling like the relationship was one sided, because everything could have been resolved so long ago.Â
All the times heâs thought about kissing you, he could have. Every morning that heâs surprised you with your favorite iced latte, every flower garden that heâs ever brought you to, every movie night that heâs looked over at you and watched the colors dance across your face in the darkness. He could have been kissing you for months, and you could have been kissing him back.Â
He mourns the lost time, but part of him canât be upset this miscommunication happened because itâs made him move with purpose. Heâs constantly thinking of you, always trying to be what you need, and he honestly isnât sure he would know you this well if he didnât feel like he had to prove himself worthy.Â
Itâs not like heâs going to stop trying to prove himself now, but it helps to be reassured that your withholding nature wasnât because he likes you more than you like him, it was because you didnât know he likes you at all.Â
He feels so juvenile talking in terms of like, but heâs a little scared to introduce love to the equation. He could so easily define his feelings for you in that way, but itâs been four months of dating you without you dating him back, and heâs reluctant to take that leap without being sure youâll take it with him.Â
After he bore his soul to you, though, you said all of those things, told him that you donât ever want to let him go, which sounds a whole lot like a love confession just minus the actual wordâŚ
Bluebell paws at his hand, asking for attention, and he grants it, trying to shake off worries that donât hold weight anymore. Poppy sprawls against his thigh, purring so loud he can feel the vibrations.
This has been enough, he tells himself. Count yourself lucky that itâll get even better now that she can knowingly participate in the relationship.Â
âReady,â you say in a sing-song voice as you struggle through the door to your bedroom, your shoulder laden down with a duffle and your hand holding your giant water bottleâŚcupâŚthing. Youâre wearing your favorite lounge set, one heâs seen countless times, but the way the soft fabric clings to the curves of your body still makes his heart pound.Â
He rises quickly to greet you, sending Poppy skittering off the couch. She darts over to you, yowling as if he committed a mortal sin, and you pout indulgently at her, asking, âDid the big man scare you? Poor baby.â
He doesnât mind the teasing, especially when you call him big in the process.Â
Before he gets too wrapped up in staring at you, he strides over, carefully taking hold of the strap on your shoulder and lifting until you slide your arm through so he can shoulder the duffle instead.Â
âWanna get a refill before we go? I know you like your water more than mine,â he offers, continuing to say (because youâre so fucking cute when youâre adamant about something), âEven though it tastes the same.â
âIt does not taste the same! My water is better and more refreshing!â You claim instantly, walking across the living room to your kitchenette.
âMaybe thatâs because Iâve changed your water filter twice since I met you even though it only needs to be changed twice a year.â
âMaybe so, but youâll change it a third time for our six month anniversary and youâll do it with a smile on your face,â you playfully command him as you fill your monstrous water container.Â
Six month anniversary. So you really do want to keep him around.
âYeah, baby, I will,â he sighs, hoping you canât tell that your little light-hearted threat has him feeling like he could drown, heâs so awash in adoration for you.Â
âYouâve never called me baby before,â you gasp gleefully, spinning to face him with bright eyes and a wide smile.Â
âI didnât know if youâd like it,â he shrugs, a bit sheepish that itâs taken him this long to test it out.Â
âI love it, baby is my name now,â you tell him, screwing the top back onto your water and sounding so serious, itâs almost comical.
You grasp your cup, holding your free hand out to him for what might be the first time. His heart skips a beat as he takes it, intertwining his fingers with yours and following you to your door.Â
âBye Bell, bye Poppy, I love you,â you call out, looking over your shoulder to find your cats already asleep in their favorite spots on your mushroom and flower cat tree. He whispers his own goodbye and closes the door gently, pressing the button and turning the lock until it clicks.Â
Immediately, youâre tugging him down the hall and towards the elevator, a chuckle escaping him at the sound of your bubbly laughter and quick footsteps.Â
âLetâs go, letâs go, letâs go,â you press the button and chant at the machine, bouncing in place beside him.Â
âExcited?â He teases, amused by your lack of patience.Â
Your head turns at the speed of light as you look at him with wide eyes and ask, âArenât you?âÂ
He would be sarcastic but it sounds like your heart is primed to break, and he canât risk hurting you just for a joke.Â
âMore than I can say,â he answers honestly, expecting your smile but not the way you hustle him into the elevator and back him up against the wall, wrapping your arm around his neck and looking away only to press the ground floor button.Â
âYou gonna kiss me or not?â He murmurs, his eyes already on your lips as you get close enough for him to feel your chest against his.Â
You answer without words, your perfect lips soft and unyielding, his hand dropping to your hip to tug you into his body as your fingernails scratch at the short hair on the nape of his neck. The feeling sends a shiver down his spine and drags a sigh out of his mouth, one that you swallow with a needy gasp.Â
He lowers your duffle to the floor, stepping forward until heâs got you against the wall and sliding his thigh between your legs to see what other sounds he can summon from you as his passion starts to overflow. His lips move against yours insistently, a fire lighting up in his veins when you wilt into him and let him take control, the transfer of power mouthwateringly sweet.Â
And then you pull away. You pull away and he tries to chase you but you stop him with a hand on his chest, and he wonât push you, he would never push you.Â
âEverything okay?â He pants, trying to clear his mind of the thoughts and images of you that fill it.Â
âYeah, itâs just- weâre here,â you whisper, blinking at him and glancing over at the elevator doors.Â
The open elevator doors.Â
The lobby is empty, but if Seungcheol is being truthful, he thinks he wouldnât really care if people did see.Â
Youâre his girlfriend, and heâs your boyfriend. What���s so wrong with it?
Then again, part of him does want to keep you all to himself, kissing in elevators included. Which is why heâs quick to step away from you and take your hand again, grabbing the duffle before pulling you through the lobby and to his car.Â
Heâs not in such a rush that he wonât still open your door for you, waiting as you get in and gently shutting the door before tucking your bag in the backseat and jogging around to the driverâs side. He closes his door quietly even in his haste, not wanting to startle you or make you think heâs upset in any way.
His hand finds your thigh again after starting the car up and getting on the road, the silence that fills the space anticipatory instead of stifling like it was just an hour ago. He finds himself clenching his jaw and bouncing his left knee, counting down the traffic lights that sit between your place and his until finally, thereâs only one left.Â
Itâs red when he rolls to a stop, and his heart is thumping so hard in his chest that he swears if he looked down, heâd be able to see it beating. He glances over at you and finds you already staring at him, which has happened more than a few times in the months that heâs known you. This time is different, though, because you donât pretend you werenât looking, or start rambling nervously, or even look away.Â
You just meet his gaze and let him see everything. Your nerves, your desire, your impatience, he sees it all, and feels it all himself. For perhaps the first time since he met you, he knows for certain that you and him are on the exact same wavelength.Â
Heâs so entranced that he doesnât notice the light turn green until the car behind him honks, and that disturbance is still barely enough to make him tear his gaze from yours. His eyes reluctantly return to the road as he gives your thigh a gentle squeeze and presses the gas pedal, closing the distance between the light and his parking garage as quickly as the speed limit allows.Â
A long minute passes and heâs pulling into his designated parking spot, his seatbelt unbuckled and his door open before the car is even off. Sometimes, youâre distracted and he gets to open your door for you, but this isnât one of those times. Youâre out just as fast as him, meeting him at the trunk and taking his hand.Â
Together, you speed walk to the door that opens into his hallway. You pass through first and then he does, your pace getting faster the closer you get to his place until finally, finally, heâs unlocking the door and beckoning you inside. He pauses to slip his sneakers off at the rack and you follow suit, the sight of your shoes next to his lighting up the part of his brain that craves domesticity with you.Â
You donât come over as often as he goes to your place so when you slow, he takes the lead, his hand still holding yours tightly and his heart still racing.Â
He doesnât quite mean to press you up against the wall but he takes a step forward as you take a step back and then itâs just too easy to lean in and taste you again, your lips supple and your sigh sweet.Â
The kiss starts off slow, tame, but itâs not long before heâs inching closer and sucking at your bottom lip, his tongue gliding along yours when you open your mouth and let him in. Youâre so warm and soft against him, your breasts flush with his chest and his dick starting to throb against your stomach, the combination of sensations making his head spin.Â
It seems he canât get enough of you now after what feels like millions of missed opportunities, millions of times heâs wanted his lips on yours and his hands on your body. Heâs lost in you before he knows it, near mindless with desperation and devotion, his hunger for you so overwhelming that he fears no amount of you will ever be enough.Â
Itâs never been like this before, nobody else has ever made him feel as if he would suffocate without their air or perish without their touch, but here he is, kissing you like youâre breathing pure oxygen and gripping your hips like heâll fade into nothingness if he lets go.Â
He knew you were special to him but he didnât know he would need you like this, and the realization is enough to make him pull back, saying through sharp breaths, âMaybe we should slow down, I donât want you to feel like we have to rush.â
You gaze at him, almost through him, and say, with great care, âSeungcheol, Iâve wanted your dick inside me since we met. If you want to slow down, we can, but if I had it my way, weâd be moving even faster.â
And fuck if that isnât enough to spur him into action, to make his cock twitch in his jeans and his hands fly to your waist, a rough, âJump,â escaping his swollen lips.Â
You gasp but wrap your legs around him when he starts to lift you, his grip shifting to your thighs as you vine your arms around his neck, seemingly holding on for dear life. Heâd die before dropping you so you have nothing to worry about, but heâs too focused on getting you to his bed to inform you of that fact. He also maybe likes feeling you cling to him like this too much to give you any reason to stop.Â
âWe need a condom, right?â He checks as he walks, fairly certain the answer will be yes.Â
Jeonghan bought him a box when he first started seeing you, the exact size he needs and brand he likes, and handed them over with a wink and a wiggle of his eyebrows. Seungcheol rolled his eyes at the time, but heâs thankful for him now because he never would have bought them himself, too fearful of jinxing the situation.Â
âYeah, I stopped my birth control, it was making me hella depressed. Is that- I mean, are you okay with using one?â You ask, though you absolutely donât need to.Â
âBaby, all I care about is making you feel safe. Iâll wear a condom, Iâll pull out, Iâll do whatever you want.â
âYouâre the best boyfriend,â you sigh, hugging him tightly and pressing a kiss to his cheek as he crosses through the doorway to his bedroom.
He left it relatively clean, thankfully, and thereâs nothing embarrassing out, unless he counts the picture of him and you that he got framed last month to keep on his nightstand. You see it when he carefully deposits you onto your back on the mattress, your face twisting up like you might cry.Â
Heâs alarmed until you say, âI have that photo framed on my nightstand.â
The fact that you have one is enough to make him smile but the fact that you picked the same picture is enough to make him fucking beam, his lips stretched too wide to kiss you even though he really wants to.Â
He tries anyway, his smile fading as he braces a hand next to your head and presses his mouth to yours, climbing up on the bed when you grip his shirt and start to pull him. Heâs imagined this so many times, pictured you under him and on top of him and in front of him (face down, ass up as he slides inside of you).Â
Heâs made himself cum to the thought of you in this bed, and now that he has you here, he almost doesnât know where to start. You seem to have your own ideas and desires though, and heâd give anything to find out what they are.Â
So, like Seungcheol always has, he just asks.Â
âYou said youâve wanted me since we met⌠What have you thought about?â His voice is ragged when he speaks, deep, but he thinks you like it, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip before your breath leaves you in a sigh.Â
âLots of things,â you whisper, your hands skimming down his chest until they find the hem of his shirt and start to push it up. He sits back on his knees between your legs and hauls it off, fighting a smirk at the way your eyes grow hazy.
You hesitate to put your hands on him, so he takes one of them in his own and presses your palm to his stomach, his muscles jumping at your warm, gentle touch.Â
âLike what?âÂ
âLike⌠how big you probably are. If youâd be soft and sweet or if youâd be a little rough, a little mean.âÂ
Following your words, he drags your hand down and lets you feel him, his dick hard and pressing into the zipper of his jeans. You canât cover all of it, but you close your fingers around the shaft as best you can and rub firmly, one, two, three times.Â
âFuck,â he sighs as you squeeze, the pressure making his eyelids flutter as pleasure sparks within him. âWhich do you want more? Soft and sweet or rough and mean? I can be whatever you want.â
âYouâre already all I want you to be, Cheol, so just be you.â
God, youâre going to be the end of him. Death by swollen heart.
âA bit of both it is then,â he murmurs as he leans down to kiss you, shifting his grip to your wrist before pushing your hand up to rest beside your head. He does the same with your other hand, leaving you unable to move your upper body.Â
Heâs about to break away to check in, but you melt into the bed and wrap your legs around his waist, tugging his hips into yours with a soft moan.Â
The sound sends a lick of heat down his spine, his dick pulsing in time with his heart and so hard, it almost hurts. He breathes a shuddering sigh into your mouth and grinds into you, wishing his jeans could magically disappear so he wouldnât have to stop kissing you to take them off.Â
The denim is getting to be too restrictive though, especially when heâs dying to feel you with no barriers at all. So he tries to pull back, but you whimper into his mouth and hug him closer with your legs, and the only way he can respond to that is by kissing you harder and letting his body press into yours.Â
Heâs gone for you for a few more minutes, his jeans all but forgotten as you roll your hips against his and sink your teeth into his bottom lip. The slight sting makes him gasp and dig his cock into you in retaliation, his hands tightening around your wrists when you just push back and bite his lip again.Â
It feels almost impossible to pull away from you now but he canât take it anymore, the clothes need to come off, yours in particular. Heâs imagined this too often and wanted you for too long to make this a quick, messy, fully-clothed fuck. You deserve better, you deserve everything, and heâs going to do his absolute best to give it to you.Â
So he breaks the connection, ignoring the whine that escapes you to pant out, âIâll kiss you again when weâre naked, promise.â
âYes, oh my god, take your pants off,â you reply in a rush, your eyes lighting up as you attempt to free your wrists from his hold. He releases you immediately, but he climbs off the bed before you can wrestle his jeans down, his hands finding yours and pulling until you stand with him. With a laugh, he says, âI said âwhen weâre naked,â baby. That means you, too.â
âStrip me then,â you raise your arms, a challenge in your gaze, and he can do nothing but accept it, tugging your shirt up and off and freezing in place when he sees what you have on under it.Â
âFuck me,â he murmurs, staring at the cherry red lace that encases your breasts. There are delicate little bows on the straps and the lace is so fine that he can see right through it, could probably rip it without even trying.Â
âDid you wear this for me?â He asks absentmindedly, his eyes caught on your tits as they rise and fall with your breathing.Â
âYeah, I bought it when we started talking. I thought youâd like it,â you answer softly, tucking your thumbs into the waistband of your lounge pants and pushing them down just enough for him to get a peek of the very same red. âItâs a matching set.â
His knees weak at the thought, he sits heavily on the mattress, setting his hands on your hips and guiding you to stand between his legs.Â
âCan I see?âÂ
âThatâs kind of the point,â you whisper like itâs a secret, steadying yourself with your hands on his shoulders as he starts to pull your pants down. They slip off easily and pool on the floor, leaving you nearly bare before him and more bewitching than he could have ever imagined.Â
âGod, youâre so fuckinâ beautiful,â he sighs out, feeling almost dazed as he takes the sight of you in, his thumbs tracing over the bows that sit on the front of your hips. He sinks his fingertips into you, squeezing to feel the give of your flesh and using all of his willpower to stop himself from tearing the lacy panties right off.Â
He could (and would) buy you a new set, but you bought this with him in mind, and had to wait so long to wear it for him. Itâs too special for him to damage it just because heâs desperate to see you bare.Â
You must be able to read his mind, taking your hands off his shoulders to reach behind your back and undo the clasps, the bra loosening on your body before you shrug it down your arms and toss it on the bed.Â
Seungcheol finds himself spellbound once again, captivated by all the skin before him, the way your nipples pebble under his gaze making his breath catch in his chest. âCan I touch you?âÂ
âI feel like Iâll die if you donât,â you answer immediately, gasping in relief when he smooths his hands up to cover your breasts. He cups them, testing the weight, and squeezes gently, already obsessed with the feeling of your soft, supple skin under his palms. His thumbs drag over your nipples, circling them until you let out a quiet little whimper, one that he would give his life to hear again.Â
âLay down for me, baby,â He requests, needing you spread out before him so he can fully drink you in.Â
Forgetting a change in position means he has to stop touching you, he pouts when you step out of his reach, though heâs distracted almost instantly by the cheeky cut of your panties.Â
He stands on knees that are still slightly weak, getting out of your way and watching as you climb up on the bed. He tries not to ogle you but your ass looks so fucking biteable from here, and he canât even let himself focus on the space between your legs because he just might combust if he gets a good look.
You settle on your back in the center of the mattress and he feels his heart squeeze at the sight of you in his bed. Heâs wanted you in it for months, and not just for sex, but for cuddling and reading together and falling asleep in each otherâs arms, too. So much time has been wasted, but he wonât let it bother him, not when this literally feels like a dream come true.Â
He starts moving toward you, trying to formulate a game plan for how he can kiss your stomach and suck one of your nipples at the same time, but you hold a hand out and say, âStop.â
Every muscle in his body locks up, his heart pounding in anxiety that heâs done something wrong, that youâve changed your mind about him, that you-Â
âDonât look so worried, Cheollie, I just want you to take your jeans off,â you soothe, making him sigh out his stress and squeeze his eyes shut.Â
âListen to me, Seungcheol. I like you so much that it scares me sometimes. I like you in a way that is concerning to my friends. I like you more than I have ever liked anyone else. My crush on you is deeper than the Mariana Trench,â you say emphatically. âI will tell you this until you believe it.â
Fuck, he feels like he might cry.Â
Hearing these words from you is affirming beyond belief, soothing to his very soul, and the steadiness and truth in your voice as you said them is what gives him the courage to admit it.Â
âI think Iâm in love with you,â he whispers quietly, his eyes still closed. He hears rustling, envisions you making your way to the edge of the bed, and heâs not surprised when he feels your hands take his.Â
âI know Iâm in love with you,â you whisper back, your fingers intertwined with his and your voice just as sure as before.Â
He blinks his eyes open, finds you staring up at him with a teary, affection-soaked gaze, and canât stop himself from leaning in and pressing his lips to yours. The kiss stays chaste and soft even though your tits are out and heâs harder than heâs ever been in his life, this moment so precious to him, his desire takes the back burner.Â
Until you pull back and tell him, âNow take your pants off, please. Iâm so fucking wet for you.â
Fuck the back burner, you just lit the stove on fire. He unbuttons his jeans, the fly barely halfway down before heâs shoving them off and stepping out of them, kicking them away like their presence offends him. You didnât ask him to, but he sheds his boxer briefs as well, feeling his cock pop up and hit his stomach before it hangs heavily between his legs.Â
Your eyes grow wide and you open your mouth to say something, but he canât stop hearing, âIâm so fucking wet for you,â the words seared into his brain forevermore.Â
âLet me eat you out?â He practically begs, willing to ask again on his knees if you want him to.Â
âI love that you ask, but you donât need to anymore. Just do what feels right and Iâll stop you if I donât like it,â you promise, laying back and lifting your ass for him as he slips his fingers into the waistband of your panties and starts to tug them down.Â
And shit, theyâre soaked, fucking sodden with your arousal, the lace sticking to your pussy as he peels them away. He can feel his mouth water when the scent of you fills his nose, leaving him breathless and near brainless with need for you.
Sinking to his knees, he gently pushes your thighs apart to reveal the prettiest fucking pussy heâs ever seen. Maybe he just thinks that because itâs yours, but that doesnât really matter when youâre glistening and open and all for him.Â
Heâs always imagined himself having some amount of finesse when he finally got his tongue between your legs, always pictured going slow and taking you apart piece by piece, or at least pacing himself even a little bit. Now that heâs here, with his hands on your thighs and his face just inches from you, he knows that wonât be the case at all.Â
You smell too fucking good for him to hesitate any longer, his tongue darting out and dragging from your opening to your clit. He canât hold in the groan that leaves him at the first taste of you, his cock twitching as your arousal coats his taste buds, heady and rich and perfect. His eyes flutter closed and he buries his face in your cunt, pushing your thighs up to your stomach so he has more room to work.Â
He feels your hands against his, feels them hooking beneath your knees to hold your thighs up for him, and he moans gratefully in response, setting his thumbs on either side of your pussy and pulling your lips apart so he can taste you more directly.Â
He dips his tongue into your entrance and you clench around it, the sensation making him whimper into your pussy and delve even deeper inside. Just this might not be enough to get you there but you taste fucking heavenly and feel even better, and heâs wanted his mouth on you like this for months.Â
So he allows himself to be selfish for a few minutes, fucking you with his tongue just to feel the way you quiver and squeeze around the muscle. Your arousal starts to leak down his chin and he almost regrets the waste of it, pulling his tongue from your pussy to latch his lips to your opening and suck.Â
âSeungcheol, please, I need-,â you implore him, your words halting when he fills you with two of his fingers, the digits sinking inside with a squelch. You whine above him and his gaze travels up your body to find your back arched and your kiss-swollen lips parted, every sound that escapes them like music to his ears.Â
Fuck, youâre a goddamn wet dream.
His fingers curl inside of you, exploring until he finds that patch of nerves along your front wall. As soon as he grazes it, you gasp brokenly and buck into his touch, making him bite his lip and return his eyes to your pussy and the way it swallows his fingers. His mouth finds your clit and suctions around it, the little bud firm under his tongue as he flicks it back and forth, following your sounds to find what you like best.Â
âCheol, I-Iâm getting close,â you moan out in a warning tone, but it only makes him more determined, his fingertips grinding into you and his lips puckering around your clit. You seem to love it when he sucks in pulses and crooks his fingers into your sweet spot at the same time so he sets a quick tempo, hoping to help you find the edge and then tip you over it.Â
It happens sooner than he expects, the molten velvet of your cunt tightening around his fingers rhythmically as your cries reach a fever pitch. He doesnât stop, wonders if he even could when youâre making the noises you are and begging him, âPlease, Cheollie, please.â
He would soothe you but his mouth is still hard at work on your clit, his tongue rolling over the bud again and again as his fingers prod that spot inside of you. Soon enough, you canât speak, just sobbing and sinking a hand into his hair to hold him in place, your thigh falling to rest on his shoulder.Â
He doesnât mind the weight, loves your soft skin against his ear and the feeling of you pressing his face into your pussy, as if heâd even consider pulling away now. You want to cum again, he can tell, and heâs not going to stop until you do.Â
He fucks his fingers in and out of you faster, pursing his lips around your clit and sucking deeply, grumbling and groaning into you in encouragement, his brows furrowed and his vision hazy.Â
Your cunt spasms around his fingers, growing impossibly wetter and locking down like a vise until all he can do is curl his fingertips into your sweet spot and dig his tongue into your clit. A sharp whine pierces the air and your thigh trembles on his shoulder as you break, arousal gushing out of you in spurts to coat his neck and drip down over his collarbones.Â
Itâs the only flood heâs ever been thankful for, and before youâve even started to recover, heâs already voicing his gratitude.
âFucking beautiful, baby. That was the hottest thing thatâs ever happened to me, oh my god,â he mumbles, pressing kisses along the thigh that rests on his shoulder, withdrawing his fingers to clean them off with his mouth.Â
âI didnât know I could do that,â you whisper dreamily, struggling to lift your head.Â
He lowers your thigh and rises to his feet, shaking out his stiff legs before leaning down over you and letting you taste yourself on his lips. The kiss grows deep in an instant, his tongue sliding into your mouth as you wrap your legs around him and pull his body into yours. His aching dick gets trapped in between until you reach down and take hold of it, guiding it to rest against your hot, wet cunt.Â
That first bit of contact is enough to pull a low groan from him, the slippery heat of your pussy on the top side of his cock making him throb and leak against you. Heâs so fucking desperate for you but thereâs only one thing that he wants more than to sink inside of you bare right now, and thatâs to respect your wishes (and not get you pregnant⌠for the next year or two, at least).Â
Maybe someday he can fuck you without a condom but that day wonât be today, so with great difficulty, he drags his lips away from yours and reaches an arm out to pull open his bedside drawer. He feels around for a second, exclaiming victoriously when his fingers catch on the box before he takes hold of it and sets it on the bed.Â
Looking back at you for approval, he finds you beaming up at him like he hung the stars in the sky just so you could bask in their light, and fuck, he swears heâd rearrange them all in the shape of you, given the chance.Â
He fumbles one-handed with the box for a minute, his other hand braced next to your head to keep himself from crushing you, before you take over and tear it open, ripping a packet off the strip and tossing the rest onto his nightstand.Â
âWeâll need those for later,â you inform him matter-of-factly as you unwrap the condom and reach down to wrap your fingers around his dick. Heâs been leaking enough precum that your hand glides when you pump it up and down, and it takes an astounding amount of self control not to fuck into your grasp as if heâs never been touched before.Â
You place the condom at his tip and start to roll it on and even that is heavenly, your touch electric and your eyes bright like the summer sun when your gaze meets his. He feels you line him up, his cock jumping at just the thought of being inside your perfect cunt, barrier or no barrier. Your legs tighten around his waist, pulling his hips into yours, and he takes that for the hint it is.Â
Sucking in a deep breath, he starts to sink into you, the head of his cock pushing through the tightness of your entrance to disappear inside of you inch by inch. He goes slowly, both to give you time to adjust and to give himself the opportunity to get it together, the blazing heat and intoxicating grip of your pussy wiping out every coherent thought in his brain. Thereâs a stretch but itâs eased by your arousal, and the way he can feel you relaxing and opening up to accept him is nothing short of exquisite.Â
âHow does it feel?â He gasps out raggedly, watching your face as he finally bottoms out. Your eyebrows are scrunched up and your pretty lips are parted, soft breaths escaping as you hitch your thighs up higher on his waist and let your eyes blink open.Â
Theyâre full of tears, making him blanch and immediately start to pull his hips back, sure that heâs hurting you and youâve been unable to even speak through the pain to tell him.Â
âNo, stay! Stay, Cheollie, itâs fucking perfect,â you plead in a broken voice, hugging him closer with your legs and wrapping your arms around his neck.Â
âThen why are you crying?â He asks, confused and still slightly worried though the fluttering of your walls around him is enough to make him want to cry too.Â
âIâve just wanted you for so long, and you make me feel even better than I ever dreamed you would,â you tell him through a wobbly smile. âI think youâre my missing piece.âÂ
âBaby,â he sighs lovingly as he melts against you and drops down to his elbows to press his lips to yours, the movement burying him just a bit deeper inside and making both you and him moan in pleasure.Â
He doesnât think he even knows words that could explain how flawless, how right you feel around him, but he can at least try, for you.Â
âBeing inside of you is like⌠coming home. Like Iâve been wandering in the cold my whole life and I finally found somewhere soft and warm and safe to rest. I kind of want to never leave,â he murmurs, resting his forehead against yours and gazing into your eyes as he speaks.Â
âYou may not be able to stay forever but Iâll always want you to come home again,â you promise him gently. âYou will leave enough to move, though, right? Because-â
Laughing, he squeezes his eyes shut and steels himself before pulling his hips back a few inches, the drag of your clenching walls on his cock enough to steal his breath even with the latex in between. He tries to go slowly as he presses back into you, but the igneous embrace of your cunt draws him in with one effortless, gliding thrust.Â
Somehow, burying himself inside of you the second time feels even better than the first, and itâs easier to withdraw from your warmth again when he realizes that the pleasure will only compound as he moves more and more.Â
Fighting to keep his eyes open and on your face while he establishes a rhythm, he builds speed until the catch in your breath and the fluttering of your eyelashes tells him heâs found the best pace for you. He canât make it out more than a couple inches before your legs around his waist stop him, but he loves that you want him inside as much as he wants to be inside, so he just puts more power behind his hips as he slides back in to make sure you feel it.Â
Time starts to pass and he falls into something like a trance, the feeling of your pussy clinging to him as he leaves and cradling him as he returns hypnotic. Itâs almost as if heâs lost the ability for complex thought and replaced it with pure sensation, just acting on instinct now that his brain has been rendered useless.Â
It doesnât help that your gaze is deep, mesmerizing, fucking magnetic. He canât look away, feels like he canât even blink as he fucks into you, his face close enough to yours that heâs breathing your air. Still, he wants to be even closer, wants to burrow inside of you, climb into your ribcage, and make a home right next to your heart.Â
The desire is so intense, itâs nearly frightening, but nothing could scare Seungcheol away from you now. Heâs yours, mind, body, and soul, belonging to you in a way heâs never allowed himself to belong to anyone else before.Â
He hates to admit it, but heâs already starting to get close. Lasting has never been an issue for him, even in the past few months when all he could think about was you, but thinking about you and being inside of you are two very different things. Your pussy is goddamn magical, everything about fucking you is goddamn magical, and he fears his only hope is in changing positions.Â
âBaby, can I- shit, can I fuck you from behind?â He stalls his movements long enough to ask, dreading the moment heâll have to pull out completely so you can turn over.Â
âUm, yes butâŚI honestly donât know if I can hold myself up,â you reluctantly admit, like you think itâs something to be embarrassed about.Â
âThatâs what pillows and my hands are for,â he assures you, smiling at the way you relax and unwrap your legs from his waist, allowing him to begin the process of extricating himself from you.Â
Slowly, he begins to draw his hips back, ignoring the alarm bells that ring in his head as he feels his cock leave your heat inch by inch. Itâs only for a minute or two, he tells himself, pushing off of you and sitting up so you can get onto your stomach.Â
He watches your body move as you roll over, his eyes stuck on the curve of your plush ass before you get your knees under you and they shift to the gleam of your wet, fucked open cunt. Keeping his gaze on you, he reaches to the head of the bed and grabs the two pillows that rest there, sliding them under your hips one after another. You sink into position, your back arched and your cheek pressed against his sheet, completely relaxed even with your body on full display for him.Â
The groan escapes without his permission, the memory of your taste on his tongue making his mouth water. Before he knows it, heâs on his stomach too and burying his face in your pussy, reaching up to press down on the small of your back so you arch even deeper into him.Â
âCheol!â You gasp, pushing back onto his tongue when he shoves it inside of you, making him whimper into your cunt as he devours you.Â
âNever gonna get enough of this pussy, fuck,â he mutters as he shifts his focus to your clit, wrapping his lips around the bud and sucking in pulses. He doesnât know how long he eats you out, just that he goes until youâre dripping down his face again and squirming against him, desperate to cum.Â
âSeungcheol, please, I ne-need your cock, need you to fill me up,â you cry out, reaching back and gripping one of his hands where it holds you down.Â
His dick jumps and leaks into the condom at your words, the plea in your voice sparking a shiver he feels all the way from his scalp to his toes. Pulling his tongue from you, he rises back up on his knees and shuffles forward, taking hold of his cock and gliding it up and down the seam of you, nudging at your clit.Â
âCheol,â you begin, likely about to threaten him. He would love to hear it but your entrance catches on the head of his dick and he canât resist the alluring, feverish depths of your cunt, sliding inside in one long, ruthless thrust.Â
You keen when he reaches the end of you but you also tilt your hips to accept the last inch, the snug clutch of your pussy near mythical in the bliss it brings him. With one hand gripping your hip to hold you up and the other firm on the small of your back to keep you in place, he starts thrusting in and out of you.Â
The tempo he takes is brutal, fierce, the force of his hips impacting your ass making it ripple and bounce as he fucks into you. His hearing is fuzzy with how fucking good it feels but he can still make out the smack of his skin against yours and the slick sound of his cock gliding through your wetness. Thereâs a squelch every time he bottoms out, and accompanied by your whines and whimpers, all of the noises combine to create a masterpiece of a melody.Â
Seungcheol truly thought the pause would help but heâs right back where he started, throbbing and leaking for you and so fucking close to the edge, heâs concerned heâll make it there before you do. Sure, you already came twice, but you deserve a third, a fourth if he can hold himself back long enough - one orgasm for every month he spent not making you cum.Â
The hand on your back slips around under your hips, working itself down between your legs to find your clit. Itâs swollen beneath his fingers, slippery from the arousal his dick keeps pushing out, which only makes it easier to swirl circles into the bud, the way your pussy instantly clenches around him making him moan roughly.Â
The added resistance just enhances each stroke, your walls trying to suck his cock back in when he pulls out and hugging him tighter and tighter every time he pushes inside again. He fears he wonât be able to make you cum without it making him cum too, but thereâs something so poetic about finding that euphoria together that he canât be bothered about breaking this soon.Â
âGetting close, baby?â He asks, fairly sure what your answer will be.Â
âYeah, Cheollie, wan-wanna cum with you inside me so bad,â you gasp, craning your neck to look back at him. âThought about it every time I-âÂ
You canât finish your sentence when his fingers start to move faster, but he thinks he knows where you were going with it.Â
âEvery time you fucked yourself, you wished it was me instead, huh?â He teases a little meanly, knowing he has no room to talk.
Your face crumples as you nod, tears filling your eyes, and he leans down over you, his hand leaving your hip to brace himself so he doesnât suffocate you. He presses his lips to your cheek, your jaw, your neck, murmuring, âI did the same fucking thing, baby, and I always wanted it to be you.â
âPromise?â You whisper, a vulnerable tinge to your voice. Heâs reminded that, until tonight, you had no idea how he felt about you. This is all still new, and he needs to be kind, delicate, reassuring as you acclimate to the reality of him being in love with you.Â
Stopping all movement so you can fully focus on his words, he whispers back, âCross my heart and hope to die. Ever since we met, Iâve thought about you, wanted you, dreamed about you. I fell for you. Youâre it for me.âÂ
âYou're it for me too, Seungcheol,â you tell him gently, before asking, âCan I turn back over? I want you to hold me.â
He answers by smacking one last kiss to your cheek and climbing off of you, helping to roll you onto your back and pulling one of the pillows out from under your hips, leaving you slightly elevated but not so much that itâs uncomfortable. Sighing contentedly as he stretches himself out along your body, he slides his forearm under your shoulders to pull you into his chest and holds himself up with that elbow, slipping the other hand between your bodies to guide his dick inside of you.Â
âBetter?â He confirms, grinning when you nod shyly and wrap your arms around his neck, your legs rising to encircle his waist as he sinks back into you. He hopes you feel as held by him as he feels by you, the sheer comfort and safety of your body enough to make his eyes water this time.Â
He moves slowly, carefully, rocking in and out of you at a steady pace, never leaving you more than halfway before burying himself inside again. The brief pause did wonders for his self control, his release feeling far enough away that he thinks he really might be able to get you there once before he lets you pull him over the edge too.Â
Until you start kissing him, that is.Â
Once your lips meet his and your tongue slips into his mouth, every part of him is wrapped up in loving you. Thereâs not a single thing on his mind except for you, every thought dedicated to kissing you, fucking you, pleasing you, and it feels so goddamn right. Like this is what he was made for.Â
And fuck if that doesnât have him closer than ever before, his cock pulsing and leaking into the condom, the latex probably the only thing keeping him from cumming right now. If he could feel you bare, it would be over for him, and as much as he wants to experience you without the barrier, heâs thankful for it.Â
His fingers settle back onto your clit and start to rub circles around it, his mouth catching the gasp you let out when his hips scoop on the next thrust in and drag the head of his cock against your g-spot.Â
He canât hit it with every stroke, not when he wants to get as deep as possible, but combined with the work of his fingers, he can feel you getting closer each and every time he does graze the erogenous patch.Â
You stop kissing him to tilt your head back and let out a long, high-pitched whine, and he knows itâs almost time. He doesnât change a thing, not when your nails dig into his shoulders, not when your hips buck into his, not even when your pussy starts to swallow around his cock. He just keeps his steady pace, continues to roll your clit beneath his fingers, and hopes, prays, wishes that pleasure will find you before it washes over him.Â
âPlease, please, please baby, please fucking cum for me,â he begs, every muscle in his body tensing as he fights to hold off his own orgasm. Itâs not in vain, thank fucking goodness, because you whimper brokenly as your pussy starts to undulate around him, growing tighter and tighter until he canât move, can barely even breathe.Â
Youâre cumming, fuck, youâre cumming, and so is he, the pulsating of your walls around him making him surge deep inside and stay there as he fills the condom with his cum, his cock jerking and jumping within you. Itâs better than it ever has been, every thought in his head wiped out by pure fucking ecstasy and every muscle in his body tensing then relaxing as he succumbs to the urge to just melt into you and let two become one.Â
Minutes, or maybe hours, pass before he can pull himself away from you, but eventually you release your hold on him, your arms falling to rest beside your head and your legs gingerly returning to the mattress. He doesnât know if heâs ready to not be inside of you, but the condom is starting to feel uncomfortable now that heâs softening, especially as full of cum as it is, so he holds the base of it as he withdraws himself from you.Â
You pout the whole time and he does too, but you say nothing as he gets off the bed to slip the condom off, tying the end in a knot before dropping it in the bin next to his desk.Â
Seungcheol doesnât know why but heâs nervous to turn back around, to face you again. When he does, though, you just smile up at him sleepily and open your arms, waiting for him to find his place.Â
He grins softly and slides back into bed, laying on his back and gathering you up against his chest, humming contentedly when you snuggle into him, your leg tossed over his thigh and your arm wrapped around his waist.Â
âWe should wash up, but I donât want to moveâŚâ he murmurs, lifting his head just enough to press a kiss to your crown before letting it drop back down, his eyes fluttering closed.Â
âI have bad news,â you say quietly. His heart starts to race and his eyes fly open, his arms tightening around you like thatâll protect him from what youâre about to say.Â
âWhat is it?â He asks, hesitation clear in his voice.Â
âWe forgot my stuff in your car,â you whisper nervously, as if thatâs something he would actually get upset with you over.Â
He canât stop the laugh that bubbles out of him, tinged in both love and relief, though he does muffle it in your hair.Â
âThatâs not so bad, baby. Iâll go get your water and bag, and you start the shower, okay?â he proposes, already planning to jog so he can make it back in time to rinse off with you.Â
âOkay,â you sigh happily, sitting up and rolling out of bed before prancing over to the ensuite, fully fucking naked.Â
Yeah, no way in hell is he staying on that goddamn couch tonight.Â
AN: what a fucking journey this was!! Iâm so happy i kept yall updated through it because it was so nice to have you cheering me on and to know you were excited for it to come out 𼺠did i expect it to be three times as long as part one? no! are their feelings a bit dramatic? yes! is this fanfiction? yes, so i can make it as dramatic as i want! people get married after one month, theyâre allowed to be in love after four! ps you donât know how hard it was to keep more breeding kink from slipping into this like itâs borderline impossible for me to write seungcheol without breeding kink but i did my best and i did it for you
all i have left to say is this: you deserve someone who will love you like seungcheol loves reader! you deserve someone who will listen to you and respect you and do everything in their power to make you feel good! thatâs what i, user sluttywoozi, wants for you! remember that the next time you think about settling for less than what you deserve!
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buried alive | S.R.
in which the BAU races against the clock to rescue you from a killer team
who? spencer reid x fem!BAU!reader
category: angsty
content warnings: kidnapping, case stuff (murder yk), suffocation, being buried alive, hospitals, blood, nausea, CPR, funerals, use of pet names, guns, and drugs. i think that's all.
word count: 2.9k
a/n: okay, so i've been reading so much spencer fanfic and i started writing it and yesterday i realized i have 20 fics written and they're doing no one any good just sitting on my computer. i decided to finally try posting one. i wrote fanfic in high school (so like seven years ago) but this is my first time writing for a TV show. i've also never really posted on tumblr so please bear with me while i try to figure out formatting. tysm for checking out my post.
part two part three
You walked into the conference room and dropped the file on the table, allowing it to land on the wood with a satisfying splat. âThe unsubâs burying them alive,â you said, letting the rest of the team know the conclusion you had come to with the medical examiner. âThe M.E. found metal shavings and satin threads under the nails of our last victim. The most common materials to make up a casket.â
âThereâs no way someone could bury someone alive in a casket alone, weâve got to be dealing with a team, at least three people,â Emily concluded, standing in front of the evidence board.
It was the teamâs third day on a case in Nebraska, four women had been discovered dead. Asphyxiation by hypoxia. Carbon dioxide poisoning.
âApproximately 420 people in the United States die from accidental carbon dioxide poisoning every year,â Spencer said, grabbing the file off of the table and flipping through it, taking a few seconds to read through it.
Rossi looked over Reidâs shoulder to look at the file, âbut thereâs nothing accidental about these deaths. Who would have access to these caskets?â
You shook your head, placing a hand on the back of Spencerâs chair, âA funeral director seems most likely.â You looked around at the Omaha field office, different agents running about in an attempt to solve these very murders. âTheyâd have the most access, write it off as displays. It could be hard to match the materials since theyâre so common.â
Hotch leaned over the table and pressed the conference phone, âWhat can I do you for?â Garciaâs bright voice rang through the speaker.
âGarcia, I need you to look into funeral homes within the comfort zone. Look for a director whoâs ordered more caskets than theyâve had funerals. Find anything, nothing is too small.â He told her.
âAbsolutely, Iâll hit you back when Iâve got something,â she said, hanging up the phone.
There ended up being four funeral homes in the unsubâs comfort zone, so the team split up. You went with two locals to a family-owned business, Garcia had sent you all of the files youâd need on the location. âIt looks like the Varn family has been in the funeral business since the seventeenth century,â you read aloud to the two agents you were in the car with.
âDoes it mean theyâre more or less likely to be the killers if theyâve been in business for so long?â One of the agents asked you, a younger man named Harrison.
You pursed your lips as you continued to look over the files, âIâm not seeing any glaringly obvious stressors before the murders started, but over the years Iâve learned thatâs no reason to write someone off. Psychopaths can be tipped off by the slightest thing. Things none of us would bat an eye at.â
Harrison nodded in the passenger seat, looking over to his partner Jimmy, âYou and your guy sure do make an interesting pair.â
âIâm going to take that as a compliment, so thank you.â You and Spencer never explicitly stated to the field office that you were dating, but you walked into the precinct this morning holding hands. The agents must have drawn their own conclusions.
The younger officer cleared his throat, âIt is a compliment, maâam. The two of you are very impressive, your whole team is.â
You smiled, âThank you, Harrison.â
The funeral home was run by a mother and her two sons, you held up your credentials for the mother when you knocked on the door. âAre you Sheila Varn?â You asked her, raising your eyebrows.
âYes, whatâs this about?â She inquired. She didnât really look the part of a serial killer, a middle-aged woman who was running her family business.
Pocketing your credentials, you spoke, âWeâre investigating the recent murders in the area and we were wondering if you had samples of the materials your caskets are made out of. Might we be able to come in?â You asked, adding a charming smile for effect.
Something flashed across her face before she returned your smile, opening the door and welcoming the three of you inside. âHold on, let me get my boys up here. Theyâre so much more versed in the goings on of the town than I am,â she said, opening the door and calling for her sons. Felix and Joss came up the stairs from the basement, now they definitely had the physique to load dead women into caskets and bury them alive.
âWhy donât you two men come with me? Iâll get you those samples,â Sheila said, motioning for the agents you were with to follow her. To your horror, they followed her around the corner. âFelix, Joss, show this young lady what you know,â she instructed.
You took a deep breath before you looked up at the two men.
They were tall, maybe Spencerâs height, but they were built like wrestlers. There was no way you could physically subdue them on your own.
You passed out before you even had the chance to pull your gun.
Hotch was in full Unit Chief mode, Spencer watched from the corner of the room as he separated people into groups and gave them specific instructions. JJ and Morgan walked into the precinct, âWhatâs going on?â JJ asked looking around the room.
âThe Varn Family is the team; two agents were found drugged on the side of the road and when we went to the funeral home Y/N was missing. Her badge, gun, and phone were all there, covered in blood,â Spencer said morosely, watching as Hotch finished giving orders and called the rest of the team over.
Your picture was up on the evidence board with the word âmissingâ written in bold letters beneath it. All of your belongings had been put into evidence for the time being. âReid?â Hotch said his name, causing his head to snap up. âAre you okay to keep working?â
Spencer nodded affirmatively, âYes.â
âGood, I need you to estimate how much time we have, I want a clock on these screens,â he ordered.
Morgan turned to Reid, âWhat do you think she has, kid?â
âThe tidal volume for the average adult is point five at rest. That ends up being about six liters per minute. The average casket is approximately 886 liters in total volume and the average volume of the human body is 66 liters, leaving 820 liters to be filled with air for her to breathe. If sheâs been gone for half an hour already, Iâd estimate she has less than five hours of breathable air left.â Spencer explained, doing all of the math in his head while Emily put a timer on the screen next to the evidence board.
After a moment, Hotch continued, âRossi, JJ, go back to the funeral home. Tear it apart, there has to be something there we havenât found yet. The rest of us will split the list of cemeteries in the comfort zone and search them.â
âThatâs a lot of ground to cover, we donât have anything else to go on?â Morgan asked, looking at the list of burial sites he had been handed.
Hotch looked at Spencer, but Spencer stayed silent. âThatâs all we have right now,â Hotch responded, âhopefully weâll come across leads as we go.â
It smelled like a garden around you. The memory reminded you of spring with your mother, tending to the vegetable garden.
The only difference was that instead of the sun beaming down on you, it was pitch black. The space surrounding you was so dark that you werenât totally sure your eyes were open.
Your head was throbbing just above your right temple, and you observed your surroundings. Slowly, you lifted your arm until it hit a ceiling.
Not a ceiling. A lid. You were in a casket. You pressed one hand to your chest and tried to slow your breathing. Chances were that the casket was already buried beneath the surface of the earth, trying to open it could be catastrophic. You patted the pockets of your jeans, only to find your phone missing, so the team wouldnât be able to trace the location.
Even if you had it, there likely wouldnât be service six feet under.
Your team would find you. They had to find you.
They found Spencer, they found Emily, and they would find you.
Spencer shifted in the passenger seat of the SUV, âYou know, carbon dioxide poisoning is a rather peaceful way to die.â
âReid,â Morgan said, turning the vehicle onto the main road, they had just finished scouring over another cemetery with still no sign of you.
He sighed and stared at his hands, âNo, itâs good. We see so many people killed in so many different ways that itâs good that she wonât be in pain when she runs out of air.â He tried to convince himself.
Morgan cleared his throat, âWe arenât out of time yet, kid. We can still find her. Y/Nâs smart, Iâm sure she found a way to make more air or something.â
But they were running out of time, less than an hour remained on the timer set on all of their phones.
They pulled into the next cemetery, âThereâs some fresh dirt over there, what are the names on the graves of people who were actually recently buried?â
Spencer starts to recite the names, and the two of them start to comb through the cemetery.
You had done enough research on this case to understand what was going on. The light-headed feeling had started not long ago, but now you felt like you were spinning, despite the knowledge that you were stuck in place.
It was a high. Not unlike the good kids high. Except instead of trying to chase a feeling, you were dying.
The timer went off when they were still scouring graves, shovels in hand. Derek stopped in his tracks, but Spencer kept going.
âWait,â Spencer called out, reading the name on the card next to the fresh grave he was standing at, he moved to start digging. âEssie Dunbar was a thirty-year-old woman who was mistakenly buried alive in 1915,â he said, digging. âThis has to be it.â
Derek called Hotch, putting the call on speakerphone so he could help Spencer dig. âHotch, we got her, but sheâs buried.â
âWeâre on our way, Omaha police have one of the brothers in custody,â Hotch told Emily to have an ambulance dispatched.
What Reid knew that Derek didnât was that it could take four hours to dig a grave by hand. The soil had been overturned, so maybe call it three. Your odds were still negligible. He didnât stop, he didnât stop when a caretaker came running at them, and he didnât stop when Derek told him to get his digging equipment out here now.
Derek flashed his FBI badge to get what they needed. He had to physically pull Spencer back from the grave so the backhoe could dig, only going until there was less than a foot between them and the casket.
Spencer crudely attached a chain to the casket and the caretaker's vehicle. Carefully, the caretaker dragged the white container out of the earth and up a slant they had dug. It was locked shut, âReid, move,â Derek ordered.
He leaned back and Derek fired at the lock, taking it off and opening the casket. Spencer gasped, there was blood on the side of your head, dried and raked through your hair. He was vaguely aware of Hotch and Emily arriving as they pulled you out of your satin prison. You had no pulse, but you were still warm. Immediately, Spencer started CPR.
âReid let me do it,â Derek insisted.
What he was trying to say is that he shouldnât have to be the one to try to save your life.
Morgan repeated himself and Spencer pulled away, allowing the other agent to immediately take over. There was a siren in the background, an ambulance. More people showed up, Spencer heard their voices, but he just kept watching you. CPR was effective if it was done shortly after your heart stopped, and even then, permanent brain damage was likely.
It had been eight minutes since they pulled you out of the ground. Clinically, you were dead for eight minutes before you gasped.
Spencer smoothed your hair back, away from your face, while you desperately tried to catch your breath. You werenât moving, and Spencer started running through symptoms of hypoxia. His biggest fear was brain damage, that they had done more harm to you in bringing you back than they would have had you died.
The EMTs came running over to where everyone had gathered, dispersing the crowd, and placing an oxygen mask over your face. As they were loading you on the stretcher, you started trying to talk, reaching your arm out to your side. âWait, whatâs she saying?â JJ asked.
âSometimes itâs hard to talk after CPR,â the male EMT said as they moved you closer to the ambulance. He listened to what you were saying, âItâs not coherent.â
Spencer didnât move, all of the adrenaline that had been coursing through his body all day was leaving.
Aphasia. They were saying the lack of oxygen to your brain was causing aphasia. âNo,â Emily said, realization dawning on her features as she strained to listen to you. You were whispering, rasping the same word over and over again. âSheâs saying âSpence.ââ
He stood quickly and looked at you, sure enough, you were reaching out your hand and whispering, âSpence, Spence.â Your voice no more than a whisper.
Grabbing your hand, Spencer squeezed it, âIâm here,â he answered. âItâs okay, itâs over,â he told you, moving your hair out of your face. Spencer secured your oxygen mask over your face as you tried to take it off, âYou have to keep this on, angel.â
To his relief, you squeezed his hand back.
You had been instructed to get some rest, but you couldnât close your eyes. You asked Spencer to go back to the hotel and change his clothes because he smelled like dirt, and it made you nauseous. Your head had been bandaged, youâd been run through an MRI, and you did an EEG, so far, the only brain damage that had been incurred seemed temporary.
According to the doctors, the nausea and fatigue should wear off, but they hadnât been able to fully assess if any permanent damage was done. At this point, the worst of your injuries had been caused by being given CPR, resulting in cracked ribs.
Despite your headache, you kept most of the lights on in your hospital room, not quite ready to be left in the darkness again. âHey,â a voice called from your doorway, Spencer stood, waiting to be invited in. He was wearing different clothes, a button-up with a green cardigan thrown over it, and clean pants. âHow are you feeling?â
A nasal cannula slightly restricted your movement, but you were sat up in the hospital bed, âBetter than I was, but not perfect.â
He shook his head, walking in and taking a seat next to you, âNo one expects you to be perfect right now.â Gently, he reached out and took your hand, skimming the pad of his thumb over your knuckles. âThey found the mother and the other son, and all three of them are going to go away for a long time,â he told you, speaking in the kind of hushed, reverent tones that are reserved for hospitals.
You sighed and tilted your head back, âGood,â you maundered. âThatâs uh, good,â your voice was barely audible.
âSo why do you look so worried?â He asked, leaning in closer to you.
In an attempt to dismiss his concern, you joked, âI think I owe Morgan some sort of life debt now.â
Spencer offered you a soft smile, âThe two of you tend to trade those off, Iâm sure youâll find some way to make it up to him.â He inclined his head towards you as if to silently say, So what is it really?
You swallowed thickly, âIâm scared to close my eyes, Spence.â
His shoulders dropped, âoh, Angel,â he breathed. âIs there anything I can do for you?â He asked, looping a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. âWait, what are you doing?â He asked, watching you as you lifted yourself, so you were on one side of the bed.
Shyly, you patted the new empty half of the bed, inviting him to sit next to you.
He had no choice but to comply, he had the hardest time saying no to you. Leaning the bed back slightly, Spencer kicked off his shoes before he laid down next to you, wrapping an arm around you as you set your cheek on his shoulder.
Your body relaxed into his and you sighed, âSpence?â You murmured.
He pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of your head, âYes, angel?â He whispered back to you.
âThanks for coming to save me,â you mumbled, slowly relaxing enough to fall asleep.
Spencer exhaled, âIâm always going to come to save you.â
part two
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Oh Make Me Over - Emily Prentiss
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Summary: Reader and Emily agreeing to do each otherâs makeup devolves into lewd activities.
Word Count: 1.5k
A/N: saw a tiktok that made me so insanely feral so here we are.
TW: dom!emily, lap sitting, cockwarming + penetration (w/ a strap), slight fingering, degradation kink, slight praise, playful thigh slapping, fem + afab reader
Rating: R (mostly smut again, oops)
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âEmily, will you do my makeup?â You approached her from behind, wrapping your arms around her waist.
âOnly if youâll do mine.â She replied, setting the hot tool in her hand on the counter. She looked at you through the mirror, admiring the way your chin sat so perfectly on her shoulder.
âLet me finish my hair and we can start, go get everything together and Iâll be right in.â She smiled, turning to kiss your cheek.
You padded out of the bathroom, collecting both of your makeup bags and setting them on the nightstand while you relaxed on the bed. You pulled out the book you were reading, scanning through a chapter until Emily walked in.
âYou first babe, I have an idea for mine.â She hinted, peaking your curiosity. She joined you on the bed, grabbing your makeup bag and moving to straddle your lap. She laid out the contents of the bag on the bed next to you, asking you to hold certain things as she went to work making you over.
Having her on top of you made your body temperature rise, your heart rate increasing every time she bit her lip in concentration and held your chin to move your face whichever way she needed you to face.
âLook down.â She commanded, ready to apply the smokey eye you had requested for your first proper date night in months. Your gaze dropped, giving you an eyeful of her ample cleavage in the low-cut top she had chosen. Something told you she was doing this on purpose but you werenât complaining. The next thing you knew she was gripping your chin, holding you firmly in place.
âIâm doing your eyeliner, donât move.â She was a little extra firm this time and you could tell she was in one of her dominant moods today. That thought had you clenching your thighs together, wondering what she would do to you when you got home from your date.
âLashes?â She asked, holding up your favorite pair of falsies. You nodded, wanting to look extra pretty for her. She applied the lashes, blowing softly against your eyelids to help the glue completely dry. The new sensation sent a shiver down your spine, and you almost whined when she leaned away from you to grab a mirror.
âThoughts?â She watched your expression, loving the way your eyes lit up when you took the look in.
âYou always make me look so pretty.â You praised her handiwork.
âYouâre always gorgeous.â She sighed, a little disappointed in your backdoor self-depreciation but always loving to hear that sheâs made you happy. You blushed, still not fully sure how to feel comfortable receiving compliments, even from your girlfriend of 2 years.
âSo what is your idea for yours?â The curiosity was driving you wild, Emily always has the best ideas.
She got off the bed, going over to the dresser and opening the drawer the two of you kept your toys in. You watched her carefully, trying to see what she was grabbing until she turned around, strap in hand. You gulped, cheeks flushing.
âWe have to leave soon or weâll miss our reservation, I donât think we have time to do your makeup and do that.â You reminded her, trying to remain rational.
âNot if we do both at the same time.â She smirked, stepping into the harness and tightening it around her hips. You remained silent, still a bit confused until she climbed on the bed, settling with her back against the headboard, strap resting erect in her lap.
âCome here.â She beckoned you toward her, her hands resting on your hips as you hovered only inches from the toy between you.
âHave you ever heard of cockwarming?â This line of questioning was not what you were expecting when you imagined your first date night in months. You shook your head, the name giving you an idea but not 100% sure on the definition.
âI want you to sit on my lap with this inside you and do my makeup. You can do whatever you want on it, as long as you stay focused and get my makeup done in time to make our reservation.â Her eyes sparkled and even though you were a little unsure, the ache between your thighs was growing by the second and the concept of getting some relief was more than enough to convince you.
âOkay, I think I can do that.â You finally answer after a moment, reaching for her makeup bag and splaying the contents on the bed like Emily had done with yours. When you were ready you draped your hand over her shoulder, lifting your hips and holding your skirt up so you should position yourself above the fake cock. You reached down, pumping your fingers into your entrance to double check that your desperation had aroused you enough to safely sink onto it before positioning the head in place of your fingers, the stretch drawing a gasp of air from your lungs. You sank down completely, pausing for a moment to adjust to the feeling before reaching for Emilyâs primer, ready to start your task.
You got to work, applying her base products as you slowly swiveled your hips, allowing yourself just enough stimulation to keep you satisfied but still focused on what you were doing. An issue began to arise when you reached for her eyeshadow palette, ready to start getting into the more tedious details. The slight friction wasnât enough anymore, the carnal desire inside of you beginning to overwhelm.
You started bouncing your hips, starting out slower as you laid down a transition shade on Emilyâs eyelids, pausing briefly to grab a different brush to put the dark shade of brown on her outer corners. You tried your best to blend the two shades seamlessly, but your hips seemed to have a mind of their own as you continued to increase your pace. You were chasing a slowly approaching orgasm and your focus was quickly slipping, pausing your work a little too long for Emilyâs taste.
âStop.â She commanded, her hands gripping your hips to pull you down to a stop.
âIf you donât focus weâre going to miss our reservation, is that what you want?â She chided, holding you still.
âNo, Iâm sorry.â You mumbled, grabbing a new brush to add the final eyeshadow shade. You held her still this time, your free hand gripping her chin as you did her eyeliner. When you grabbed her mascara, instructing her to blink as you applied the dark coating to her lashes, she let go of your hips, silently telling you to start moving again.
You reached for her setting spray, bouncing your hips once again as you shook the bottle, finally spraying the last step over her face. She took the mirror, inspecting your work as you continued attempting to get yourself off.
âYou did a pretty good job for a selfish brat.â You didnât want to admit it but hearing her demean you like that had you chasing your orgasm even harder, too turned on to question why. You were too lost in pleasure to realize that Emily had packed up her makeup, clearing the bed to make space for her to flip you onto your back, driving her hips into you as hard as she could.
âYou want to cum, slut? You better hurry up, we only have a few minutes.â She taunted, her thumb finding your clit as you cried out underneath her, each thrust of her hips into your aching cunt rubbing perfectly against that soft spot inside you.
âDo you like when I make you fuck yourself for my entertainment?â You barely registered her question as you felt yourself teetering on the edge, so close to release.
âAnswer me.â She demanded, slapping your thigh.
âYes!â You cried out, euphoria washing over you as your orgasm finally hit, back arching and hands clutching at the sheets beneath you. As you came down Emily pulled out of you, planting kisses across your collarbone.
âAre you okay, love?â She asked, slight concern in her voice.
âMore than okay.â You panted, still catching your breath.
âWe really do need to leave in a couple minutes, what panties do you want?â She looked to you, opening your underwear drawer.
âPink flowers.â The words had barely left your lips when she was already at your feet with the pair, helping pull them up your legs.
âI love you.â You smiled down at her, loving the dynamic the two of you share.
âI love you too babydoll.â She replied, taking your hand to help you to your feet to finally leave for your date.
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tickled pink ⊠aaron hotchner
đ¸ - synopsis. Aaron shows up to work in a pink (!!!!!!!!!!!?????) tie.
âUhh, Hotch? Are you feeling⌠okay?â
Derekâs question caught Aaron off guard. âI feel fine. Whatâs wrong?â
Emilyâs eyebrows shot up. âAre you having a stroke? Reid, what are symptoms of a heart attack? I think you had one this morning,â she tells him, waving Spencer over.
âWhat? Absolutely not. Iâm completely fine,â Hotch dissmisses the teamâs retorts with a wave of his hand. âWhy do you think thereâs something wrong?â
âYou- of all people- are wearing pink,â Spencer informs him.
âOh.â Hotch looks down at his light pink tie with a soft, indecipherable smile. âYes. I didnât think youâd notice.â (Emily crosses her arms, Spencerâs mouth drops open, and Derek scoffs- all offended beyond comprehension.) âI felt like wearing it, is all.â
âSomeone needs to keep an eye on him,â Emily murmurs. âI think heâs lost it this time.â
âUnbelievable,â Derek agrees.
âWeâll have to tell y/n heâs being weird,â Emily schemes out loud. âMaybe sheâll comeÂ
Spencer shrugs. âMaybe he really just felt like wearing it.â
Derek and Emily exchange glances before bursting out in laughter and walking back over to their desks- leaving Spencerâs eyebrows knitted in confusion and accusatory eyes switching from Emily to Derek.
Hotch- now in his office- scrolls through the ultrasound pictures on his phone. The day before was the appointment you and Aaron had been informed the gender of your baby. The only one that knew you were pregnant was Rossi- who had helped schedule the ultrasound as early as humanly possible.
He was just about to put his phone down when he saw âWife â¤ď¸â messaged him. He turned to look down at the bullpen, where his team was currently joking around. With a contentedly full heart, Aaron turns his attention back to the text where his pretty wife tells him that Jack wants pasta for dinner.Â
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CM Friends-with-Benefits Challenge
The following are prompts including friends with benefits/situationships!
This event is over (Masterlist here!), but you are welcome to use any of these prompts. If you would like to be added to the existing Masterlist of entries, please check out the Rules below!
𼰠Song Prompts đĽ°
"Sex" by The 1975
"Too Sweet" by Hozier
"dress" by Taylor Swift
"august" by Taylor Swift
"Casual" by Chappell Roan
"Dinner & Diatribes" by Hozier
"Close to You" by Gracie Abrams
âStuck in the Middleâ by Tai Verdes
"Good Luck, Babe!" by Chappell Roan
"I Wanna Be Yours" by Arctic Monkeys
âWhyâd You Only Call Me When Youâre High?â by Arctic Monkeys
đ Dialogue Prompts đ
âIâm just in it for the snacks.â
âNo wonder youâre singleâŚâ (joking?)
âSo... whatâs the stance on cuddling?â
"You deserve something real. I want us to be real.â
âWeâre just friends with benefits.â // âRight, and the benefit is being madly in love.â (sarcasm?)
âWeâre⌠friends. With benefits.â // âWithout sex? Whatâs the benefit?â // âMy delightful company, asshole.â
"I'm your boyfriend without the benefits." // "Do you want the benefits?" // "YesâNo... I'm your fluffer!" ('New Girl')
âWhat is up with those two lately?â // âTheyâre sleeping together.â // âYeah, right. Imagine⌠wait, seriously?â
General & NSFW Prompts Below!
đš General Prompts đš
Someone figures out the situation. A and B try to figure out how.
A is blindsided by jealousy when someone shows an interest in B.
A and B try to be normal so no one knows. Literally everyone knows.
A is so worried about B falling for them that A fails to realize A already fell for B.
A realizes they are happier with B than any actual significant other theyâve had.
A is totally Bâs type, which has never worked out before. As a result, A keeps sabotaging things.
A agrees to a situationship with B because they think it's the only way they'll be able to have them.
A reaches out to B for a hookup but gets rejected, and they each struggle with their disappointment.
A is treating the arrangement like a formal business deal. B gets tired of it and shuts them up with a kiss.
A and B used to be friends with benefits. When they meet again later, the arrangement is still appealing.
A has to leave town for a long time. They have one last night with B but donât tell them. Theyâre gone in the morning and leave B wondering what they wanted to say the night before.
Anything else you can think of!
đ NSFW Prompts đ
A completely defies Bâs expectations of what theyâre like in bed.
A and B decide to hook up one last time (or maybe not the last...)
A agreed to take Bâs virginity as long as B didnât catch feelings. It seems like B didnât. A did, though.
A and B's no-judgment rule means they're finally comfortable to ask for what they've always wanted to try in bed.
A is annoyed with B, so they start loudly complaining/joking about their situationship. Angry/playful sex ensues.
A and B have never felt truly satisfied in bed until there were no strings attached... it definitely wasn't because of finding the right partner.
Happy Writing!
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Wouldn't it be fucked up to visit a wax museum and look your younger self in the eyes.
Wouldn't it be fucked up to know that the 'you' people find worth preserving is a 'you' you can never go back to, maybe never were to begin with. That the 'you' that the people find worth preserving is one without so fundamentally without personhood, without agency.
Wouldn't it be fucked up if the way people immortalized you was as an accessory to your mother, 'your' wax seamlessly pushed against her wax as the wax mother holds 'you' so fondly, yet so distantly, 'you' looking at her but not her to you. Your name isn't even on the placard at her feet, just hers. Wouldn't it be fucked up if this is the first time you had seen your mother in four years, and here she is, reminding you that you'll never escape her?
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under the weather - October writing challenge day 8
summary: you're feeling sick and Emily takes care of you tw: smut, fingering, oral sex, i think that's it a/n: lmk if you liked this one because it kind of took a turn, as always i hope you do and remmeber any kind of feedback is greatly appreciated!
You hate being sick. You really hate it, there's only a few things you hate more in the world than this, and when you're sick even those seem completely unimportant.
You thow away the empty box and open the drawer to get a new one, when Sergio jumps to sit on the couch right next to you, finding the mix of blankets and cushions a little too confortable to pass.
While you scratch the little animal's head you can't help but think that, despite the sneezing, coughing, and generally feeling miserable for the last couple of days, if you got to spend them curled up on Emilyâs couch, cocooned in blankets, surrounded by tissues and the remnants of tea cups, and with the best company, maybe sick wasn't so bad after all.
She has been insisting since day one, you wouldn't move from her apartment so she could keep an eye on you until you are all better. She of course has been fussing over you non-stop, which is sweet, but you hate being the sick one. It makes you feel weak and restless.
âIâm fine,â you insist, though your voice is hoarse, and your nose is still red from all the sneezing. âI donât need to stay home. I can go to work.â
Emily, standing near the door in her work clothes, raises an eyebrow at you like you just told her something absurd. âYouâre sneezing every two minutes and can barely breathe through your nose.â She crosses her arms, giving you that look, the one where sheâs clearly amused but also worried. âYouâre not going anywhere.â
âIâm not that bad,â you mutter, pulling the blanket up around your chin. âIâve worked through worse.â
Emily sighs softly, walking over to you, sitting on the edge of the couch. She leans in, placing a hand on your forehead, her touch gentle and warm. âSweetheart, youâre burning up. You need to rest.â
You groan, feeling her soft fingers graze your skin. âI hate being sick.â
âI know, baby, I know,â she murmurs, brushing a few strands of hair out of your face. âBut Iâm not letting you go anywhere like this.â
You pout, glancing up at her with tired eyes. âYouâre leaving me, arenât you?â
Emilyâs expression softens, and she leans down, pressing a kiss to your temple. âI have to go into the office for a few hours, but Iâll be back before you know it. Youâll survive without me for a little while.â Her voice is soft, but you can tell she hates leaving you like this.
âDonât go...â you whisper, wrapping your arms around her waist, trying to pull her closer. âIâll miss you.â
Emily chuckles, clearly torn between her responsibilities and wanting to stay with you. âYouâre being so dramatic,â she teases, kissing your forehead again, lingering a little longer this time. âIâll only be gone for a few hours, and youâve got Sergio to keep you company.â
You sigh, reluctantly letting her go. âFine. But only because I wouldn't want him to feel too lonely"
Your childish pout makes her smile, she stands, smiling down at you, though thereâs a flicker of guilt in her eyes. She hates leaving you when youâre not feeling well, but she knows she has to. âPromise me youâll stay here, okay? Watch some bad reality TV, rest, and donât overdo it.â
âPromise,â you say, giving her a half-hearted smile. âBut only because I know youâll nag me if I donât.â
She grins, leaning down for one last kiss. âExactly. I love you.â
âI love you too,â you murmur, closing your eyes as she pulls away. âCome back soon.â
Emily walks to the door, glancing back at you one more time with that look, the one that says she hates leaving but knows youâll be okay. âI will. Rest up, baby.â She blows a kiss at you, and closes the door.
âââ シ ・ďžâ: .â˝ . :âďž.âââ
The hours pass slowly. Youâre sprawled on the couch, half-watching some ridiculous reality show Emily suggested. Sergio is curled up beside you, purring contentedly, his warmth offering some comfort. But you canât help but feel restless, the quiet of the apartment making you miss your girlfriend more than usual.
Your mind drifts between the terrible show and the thought of her returning. You sneeze for what feels like the hundredth time and groan, grabbing another tissue. Ugh, being sick sucks.
Just as youâre about to drift off to sleep, you hear the sound of keys in the door. Your eyes flutter open, and you sit up, excitement bubbling despite the grogginess.
Emily steps in, still looking as put-together as ever in her work attire, though you can tell sheâs been in a rush to get back to you.
âHey, baby,â she says softly, her face lighting up when she sees you. âHow are you feeling?â
Without a second thought, you practically leap off the couch and run into her arms, ignoring the slight dizziness that comes with moving too fast. âYouâre back!â
Emily laughs, catching you as you throw your arms around her, pulling her close. âWhoa, easy there. Youâre supposed to be resting, remember?â
"You're so bossy! I missed you, I'm sick, I want my girlfriend" you complain, peppering her face with kisses
âI hate being here without you.â you mumble into her shoulder, nuzzling against her neck.
Emily melts a little, hugging you tightly, rubbing soothing circles on your back. "Oh, my poor baby,â she coos, her voice soft and full of affection. âI missed you too.â She presses a kiss to your forehead, her lips warm against your feverish skin. âBut you should be in bed" she slaps your ass playfully.
Reluctantly, you pull back just enough to look at her. âCan we have dinner first? Iâm starving.â
She smiles, brushing her thumb across your cheek. âLucky for you, I brought soup.â
You grin, letting her go and following her to the kitchen. Emily sets the bag on the counter and pulls out the containers of soup, handing you a bowl. You eat on the couch, the warm soup and the company making you feel better already.
You spend the rest of the afternoon laying on the couch, watching trash tv, snuggled together. Emily caresses your skin, plays with your hair, tries her best to confort you the best way she knows, always touching you in some way.
As the night goes on, you start to feel a bit more energetic. Maybe the rest and soup helped, or maybe itâs just that youâve missed Emily more than you realized.
You lean in closer, pressing soft kisses to her shoulder. âYou know⌠I think Iâm feeling a lot better now,â you whisper, your lips grazing her skin.
Emily glances at you, raising an eyebrow. âOh really?â she says, amusement in her voice. âYou were sneezing all over the place a few hours ago.â
You shrug, snuggling into her, your hand resting on her thigh. âIâm serious. I feel fine. Totally fine. And maybe we could... you know... do something other than watch TV?â You reach for the place where her shirt falls, leaving her shoulder's skin uncovered and kiss it, trace her with your lips.
Emily chuckles, her fingers playing with your hair. âOh, I see what this is about.â
You grin, moving to kiss her neck. âCome on, Iâm fine. I promise.â
She bites her lip, trying to stay firm, but you can see her resolve weakening. âYouâre still sick, baby. You need to rest.â
âIâll feel even better if we... you know.â You kiss her again, a little more insistently this time, your hand trailing up her side.
Emily sighs, clearly torn. âYouâre impossible, you know that?â
âYou love me,â you say, grinning as you kiss her cheek, then her jaw, trailing your lips down her neck.
She groans, laughing softly as she gently pushes you back. âI do love you, but Iâm not letting you make yourself worse just because youâre feeling a little better.â
You pout, grabbing her arm, pulling her closer. âEmily, come on. Iâm fine.â
She narrows her eyes playfully. âYouâre still sick, and I donât want to make it worse.â She gives you a teasing smile, gently pinning you down onto the couch. âYou need to rest.â
You giggle, trying to wriggle free, but she holds you in place. âI donât want to rest! I want you.â she lets out a giggle "c'mon woman, just take me!" she full on chuckles now, you kiss her cheek, the corner of her mouth, her lips, but she stands, trying her best to get away from temptation.
You sit up, pouting, but thereâs a mischievous gleam in your eyes. âCome on, Iâm not contagious anymore,â you insist, holding out your hand for her to come back. âI swear!â
Emily laughs, backing toward the door as if sheâs trying to escape. âYeah, thatâs what they all say,â she teases, âand then next thing you know, Iâm sneezing, coughing, and downing cold medicine like itâs candy.â
You canât help but laugh at how dramatically sheâs playing along. âEmilyyyy, Iâm totally fine! I promise.â
âNope, not falling for it,â she says with a wink, trying to sound serious but clearly enjoying herself. âI donât fuck with the infected.â
You crawl toward the edge of the couch, pretending to make a grab for her, and she squeals, running around the coffee table like youâre some kind of zombie about to infect her. âGet back here!â you laugh, trying to catch her as she dodges your reach.
Emily gives a mock gasp. âStay back, germ monster! Youâll have to try harder than that!â
But after a few more moments of running around, Emily finally gives in, letting you catch her by the waist. She giggles as you pull her back onto the couch with you, both of you laughing as you collapse into a pile of limbs.
âIâm serious though,â you murmur, pressing your lips to her neck. âIâm fine now...â
Emily looks down at you, smirking. âMm-hmm. Weâll see about that,â she says, still half-teasing but clearly weakening to your advances as your kisses grow more insistent.
But she stands up again, taking your hand, kissing your forehead again. âWeâre going to bed, okay? Tomorrow we'll see about that, but I want you to rest todayâ she says, her voice soft but firm. âFor me?â
You huff dramatically, but you canât help but smile. âFine. For you.â
âââ シ ・ďžâ: .â˝ . :âďž.âââ
1.30 am, or so the bedside table clock says. You keep shifting, but it's useless, you're hot and bothered, and still restless from your cold, but that's long forgotten. Emily's chest moves with her slow breathing beside you.
Trying not to wake her up, you slowly get up from bed and go to the kitchen to find something you can kill some time with.
It's only been 5 minutes when Emily wakes up to find you missing from the bed. Frowning, she slips out from under the covers and pads into the kitchen, where she finds you sitting at the table, Sergio perched on your lap.
âCanât sleep?â Emily asks softly, her voice still husky from sleep.
You look up at her, giving her a sheepish smile. âIâm fine,â you say. âI just... couldnât get comfortable.â
Emily sighs, walking over to you. âYouâre still sick, you know.â
You grin mischievously, leaning back in the chair. "Yes, but you know what they say"
She smiles, stepping closer to you "That you should always listen to your girlfriend when she tells you to stay in bed?" she jokes, but your answer comes fast enough.
"No silly, that the best way to put someone to sleep is an orgasm by the best girlfriend in the world"
Emilyâs eyes widen in surprise, but then she smirks, crossing her arms. âYouâre unbelievable.â
She pauses for a moment, considering, before her smirk softens into a warm smile. âAlright. Come on, troublemaker.â
She takes your hand and leads you back to the bedroom. You jump happily and grab her waist from behind trying to get her as close to you as you possibly can.
Once under the covers, you lean in, kissing her deeply, your hands wandering up her back. Emily kisses you back, her touch gentle, her lips soft against yours as the heat builds between you.
Her mouth feels hot and heavy against yours, all lips and teeth, she makes your breath hitch.
She lifts your sleeping shirt slowly to find your breasts, braking the kiss to pay some attention to your chest. She takes her nipple in her mouth, playing with it with the tip of her tongue. Sucking on it. And then the other so it's not jealous.
A soft moan escapes your lips when she frees your nipple with a gently tug, and her lips are back on yours again.
"We have to get those sweatpants off of you," she murmurs inbetween kisses.
Emily pushes them down and you kick them behind, easing herself back down onto you. She moves her tongue along your neck then sucks on a sensitive pulse point, making you moan.
Her hand working south to reach your centre, she works fast and easy moving her fingers slowly along your slit.
She grazes a finger over your clitoris and you bite her lip in surprise, she lets out a whimper that you swallow immediately, the kiss so heavy you might combust.
Your breathing accelerates when Emily increased the speed of her hand as it worked the swollen bundle of nerves. You let out a desperate moan when she places her fingers just outside your opening, taunting and stroking your nether lips. "Don't tease me," you whine, raising your hips in a desperate attempt to impale yourself on Emily's fingers to relieve the ache inside.
Finally, Emily's tormenting fingers plunge into you, synchronizing the movement of her hand with the rhythm of your hips as you buck against her with furor.Â
Her lips never leaving your mouth as your orgasm takes over, allowing you ride your high until the aftershocks wear out. You kiss the corner of her mouth affectionately, and she smiles at you, her hand moving loose strands of hair behind.
Before she can even react, you grab her hips and turn her around so that you're now on top of her and her head is resting against the pillows.
"hey, what are you doing?" she frowns in confusion "You said an orgasm to help you sleep, c'mon" but you don't listen, and instead you kiss her lips, softly first, then your open mouth finds her tongue with yours. It makes it hard for her to complain when you're kissing her so lovingly, so softly, so sensual.
You leave her mouth to reach lower for her nipple. Her breasts always the most sensitive part of her, you know how to play her body well, where to kiss, how to lick, how to use your teeth, and a long moan escapes her mouth, making you smile against the tender flesh of her breast.
You reach lower to find her thighs , the soft, pale skin looking so inviting for your lips you can't resist the teasing of kissing and biting here and there. You can feel her impatience when her hand reaches to granÂĄb you by the back of your head, directing you where she wants you the most.
You practically devour her, not even bothering to take your time, your tongue flat against her slit, your lips trapping her sensitive bud making her whimper in pleasure. You eat her out like she's your last meal, and for the sounds she makes you can tell she's loving it, her hand still on your head keeping your mouth in place.
It's almost too sweet and tender, despite the loud moans escaping her mouth, but the way you kiss, the covers still soumd you, the room silent, is the sweetest kind of love making, and you almost wish you could simply spend the rest of the night like this.
Emily's body tenses and she grabs a fistful of your hair as she comes fighting for breath. When her body finally relaxes she releases a sigh of relief. You come up from behind the covers and snuggle her closely as she enjoys the aftershocks. You give her a chaste kiss, and she can barely respond but you can feel her smile against your lips.
You both lay tangled under the covers, the soft warmth of the sheets cocooning you as you snuggle into Emilyâs arms. Her hand traces lazy patterns on your back, her fingers soothing against your skin. You feel a sense of peaceful exhaustion settle over you, the tension from your earlier restlessness now completely gone.
âThat was... definitely enough to put me to sleep,â you murmur with a sleepy smile, your head resting against Emilyâs chest as you listen to the steady rhythm of her heartbeat.
Emily chuckles softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. âGood. Youâve been fighting sleep all day.â Her voice is gentle, low, and full of warmth as she wraps her arms a little tighter around you, holding you close.
You tilt your head up to look at her, your eyes half-closed but filled with contentment. âYou always know exactly how to take care of me.â
She smirks slightly, her eyes twinkling as she brushes a loose strand of hair from your face. âWell, someone has to. Youâre stubborn as hell when youâre sick.â
You let out a soft laugh, nuzzling into her neck. âI love you, you know that?â
Emily smiles down at you, her fingers gently caressing your cheek. âI love you too. Even when youâre being a total handful.â She leans in, pressing a slow, tender kiss to your lips. Itâs soft and sweet, the kind of kiss that makes your heart swell with affection.
Just as youâre about to drift off into a peaceful sleep, you feel Emily tense up slightly beside you. Then, out of nowhereâ
âAchoo!â
You sit up a little, blinking in surprise, then grin as you realize what just happened. âDid you just sneeze?â you ask, a playful lilt to your voice.
Emily groans, rubbing her nose as she looks over at you with a resigned expression. âOh no.â
You giggle, pulling the blanket up to cover her more snugly. âLooks like I mightâve gotten you sick.â
She gives you a mock glare but canât help the smile tugging at her lips. âI donât know whether to be mad or impressed.â
You laugh softly, snuggling back into her, wrapping your arms around her waist. âIâm sorry! Guess I really am contagious.â
Emily sighs dramatically, but thereâs a playful light in her eyes. âGreat. Now Iâm going to be the one sneezing and coughing.â you can't help the grin spreading across your face "I can't believe it! See, i told you this is exactly what i meant when i say i don't fuck witht he infected!"
You kiss her shoulder softly, grinning against her skin. âDonât worry. Iâll take care of you. You know... payback.â
Emily chuckles, pulling you even closer. âYou better. Iâm not above making you play nurse for me.â
You snuggle closer to Emily, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on her arm as you tease, âYou like that, huh? How about a sexy nurse to take care of you?â Your tone is playful, a mischievous grin spreading across your face.
Emily raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. âOh yeah?â she asks, voice laced with humor. âAnd what exactly does this sexy nurse do?â
You bite your lip, leaning in to kiss her softly on the neck before murmuring, âWhatever you need.â
Emily chuckles, her arms pulling you even closer. âIâll keep that in mind.â She presses a soft kiss to your forehead, her lips lingering there. âYouâre going to have your hands full with me, though.â
âI think Iâm up for the challenge,â you whisper, tilting your head to catch her lips in another gentle kiss.
Just as the moment deepens, Emily pulls back, her body tensing. âAchoo!â
You canât help but giggle, shaking your head as you press your forehead to hers. âLooks like youâll be my first patient.â
Emily groans dramatically. âI knew I shouldnât have let you get me sick.â
âDonât worry, Iâll make it worth your while,â you say, kissing her once more.
âââ シ ・ďžâ: .â˝ . :âďž.âââ
This one's to myself because i catch a cold every two weeks istg. Anyways, remember to comment and reblog if you want me to write more! Because this challenge is getting frustrating :((
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Soapy ŕżŕž Kinktober. 07, oct.
â pairing: Emily Prentiss x co-worker!reader
â type: smut, Kinktober (Criminal Minds Edition)
â kink: bath sex
â summary: You need to spend some time in the hotel bathtub to distract yourself from your broken heart. Your enemy and co-worker decides to join you.
â word count: 3.2k
â tags/warnings: kinktober 7th day, female!reader, co-worker/rival!Prentiss, bath sex, fingering, breast worship, non-consensual voyeurism, first time having sex with a woman, choking, nipple play, light degradation, praise kink, curse words, sassy!Prentiss, grumpy x sunshine, age gap (older woman/younger woman), sub!reader, dom! Prentiss, canon divergence, minor JJ x Reid, minor JJ x Prentiss, minor reader x Reid, lesbian!Prentiss, bisexual(?)!reader. no use of y/n. english is not my first language.
â tagging list: @thatredlipped-classic @purplehaze206 @ehedrick012110 @hotchsmutrecs @slutcakes00 @emma-e-a @helo1281917
â crossposting: AO3
Being paired up with Prentiss was something you always hated during every case. Sometimes you could have sworn Hotch drew the pairs falsely just to see the chaos happening on the team. The rivalry you and Prentiss created when you joined the BAU was the entire team's favorite entertainment.
Emily thought you were incompetent for the job, always too empathetic with everything and everyone, almost being like a sponge and attracting all the people's suffering onto yourself. She thought you were too unprofessional, always clinging to Reid as if you wanted to prove that you were made for each other. The similar personality, the common hobbies, the young age, the overtalking... She could barely spend two minutes by your side without rolling her eyes when you brought up a nerdy topic in the middle of the cases.
And you didn't have a very friendly judgment about Emily either. Grumpy, bossy, her sarcasm beyond measure, the way she attracted the attention of everyone wherever she went. The way even JJ seemed to chase her like a puppy. They complemented each other in a different way, and it wasn't a surprise to you when Morgan made fun of Reid that night, joking about the fact that JJ and Emily had been casually fucking for over a year.
What you took as a damn unnecessary confession, Reid felt like he'd been hit by a truck, swallowing hard as he stuttered and excused himself. The whole attitude was confusing and worrying by itself, but any mere suspicion that had been going on your head over the past months started to make sense when Morgan laughed after Spencer left, muttering something about the young man not knowing how to deal with his pathetic crush for JJ.
At that moment, you broke inside. Holding your ground until you got to your hotel room was one of the hardest things you've ever done. Your legs felt limp and your mind was spinning, a ridiculous urge to drown in your own tears as you lay in bed, sobbing softly into your pillow.
It took almost ten minutes for Emily to finally appear, frowning at the view. "You kidding me? Is there only one bed in this fucking room?" She asked, ignoring your crying and you also ignored her question, burying your face in the pillow with even more pressure than before, letting out a weak scream, mixed with anger, pain and frustration. "Damn, girl... Who broke your heart like that? You're look like a crybaby and you're almost eating our pillows. I can call the room service if you're so hungry. I bet a burger with fries and strawberry's milkshake will be tastier than that."
You just looked up and glared at her. You couldn't decide which was the worst part of all of this: Emily already knowing why you were crying or the fact that she was minimizing the situation. Before you could turn your head away and ignore her again, Emily continued.
"Seriously, are you really broken-hearted just because Reid doesn't like you the same way you like him?" She asked and you felt a pang in your heart.
"Shut up, Prentiss." You muttered with a trembling voice. Surprising you, Emily didn't laugh or even mock. She sighed loudly, mumbling something to herself before sitting on the edge of the bed you would share.
"Look, Spencer's... Complicated." Emily started and it was your turn to roll eyes, finally turning your body so you could face her better. The older agent looked at the neckline of your shirt for a few seconds before composing herself. "I'm serious. There's no point in crying over him right now. It's going to take a while for him to realize what an idiot he's being."
You huffed, crossing your arms while still lying down, looking at her with a mix of indignation and anger. "For liking JJ even though you know she'd rather fuck you?"
Emily's face paled, but she soon recovered, not wanting to show how surprised she was to see you being so direct about the usual fucking between her and the other teammate. "Y-Yes... That too." Emily stuttered in an almost cute way. "But that's not all."
You watched her with eyes still full of tears, however, now there was also confusion and curiosity there. Your brain was in a frenzy, trying to figure out what else she could be talking about.
Emily cleared her throat after a long moment of silence. "You should take a bath right now." She suggested, looking away. "Wipe those teary cheeks and get distracted by Spencer's crush on another girl."
You held back the urge to tell her to fuck off, despite knowing that behind that cold tone of voice, she was right. You urgently needed time to yourself. Maybe using the bathtub in the hotel room wouldn't be so bad after all.
You had been inside the bathtub for more than thirty minutes. The foams were decorating the water and you tried to calm down, but nothing could help much. Every time the image of Spencer invaded your brain, your fertile imagination led you to imagine him having sex with JJ.
You didn't know if she liked men too. All you knew was that JJ had an affair with Emily and Spencer had a crush on JJ. That didn't mean he was sleeping with her. Which was even worse. He could be liking a woman who didn't even like men.
Everything made you feel pathetic.
You tried rubbing your back with the sponge, but all that came out was a weak moan of pain. Your body was so tense that you could barely move your arms back. That would be the worst bath of your life, you were sure of it.
A groan escaped your lips and you leaned back against the tub, hands gripping the edges as you took a deep breath and tried hard to keep your thoughts away from JJ or Reid.
"You're overthinking." A voice was present a few minutes after you closed your eyes.
You were startled by the abrupt sound and also by realizing who owned the hoarse and at the same time sweet voice. "What the hell, Prentiss?" You exclaimed, cowering a little more under the water to avoid her seeing your naked body. "How did you get here?"
The sight of your curves didn't go unnoticed by Emily, a smirk appearing on her lips as she approached with calm steps, shrugging her shoulders. "You're the one who left the door open. I thought it was even an invitation for me to join you." She teased and you rolled your eyes, avoiding eye contact at that moment.
"I would never invite you to take a bath with me." You revealed with a colder voice than Emily was expecting, and her smirk turned into a frown again.
She poked the inside of her cheek with the tip of her tongue before scoffing. "For someone who can barely scrub their back with a sponge, you're being very picky about who can and who can't go into this bathroom with you."
You looked back at her, sighing with frustration and gripping the edges of the bathtub tighter. "Good to know you're creepy enough to watch me this whole time."
Emily laughed, shrugging and moving a little closer, until her tall body was facing your body submerged inside the water. "Oh, yeah. It's a little creepy, I admit. But watching you sponge your little pussy and shudder from such a fucking simple touch was quite a turn on." Her confession made your face redder than a strawberry. You stuttered several times before looking away, pulling yourself upright in the tub as you searched for the fluffy towel you had left somewhere. "Hey, hey, hey! I'm just kidding. Relax, girl." Emily grumbled, rolling her eyes. Her slender hands moved to your shoulders, helping you bend down into the bathtub. You swore you saw her gaze lingering too long on your soapy breasts.
You thought of some things to say, any offense or any question about the real reason she thought invading your bath might be a good idea. You had always hated each other and now she was here, looking at your wet body as if you were a work of art.
"You know, you're not that bad." Emily began, sitting on the stool directly behind the tub. You scoffed and held back from asking if she said the same passive-aggressive praise to JJ too. "I know what you're thinking."
"Do you read minds now, Agent Prentiss?" You tilted your head so you could look at her better. The sight alone made Emily bite her lip to hold back a moan. She could get an incredible glimpse of your breasts.
After clearing her throat to clear her thoughts, Emily argued. "I know you're comparing yourself to JJ."
Your face turned pale at the exactitude of what she was saying and your jaw clenched. You let out a nasal scoff, but your eyes filled with tears and you went back to playing with the bath bubbles.
The silence that emerged in the bathroom was uncomfortable for both of you, and to your surprise, Emily was the first to break it. "I can sponge your back if you want."
Your eyes widened, surprised by the suggestion. Getting to see a less evil side of Prentiss was one of the things you least expected in your entire life. You were so used to the older agent's surly manner and never thought that one day she would invite herself to help you take a bath. As awkward as the situation might be, you thought it best not to tease her, eager to see how she would deal with everything.
As soon as you handed the damp sponge to Emily, she swallowed hard, asking you to sit up straighter so she could do the task properly. The minutes passed like hours, so much so for you, who was sighing at the good feeling of having a decent massage. But also for Emily, who was already starting to regret having suggested it. Every time you sighed, she felt her heart rate increase.
"You shouldn't be sad if Reid doesn't like you." A sigh escaped your lips as soon as you heard Emily's words, feeling your neck tense again. "I'm serious."
You closed your eyes to hold back any vulnerable outbursts you might accidentally let out. So you chose to turn the matter against her. "Aren't you mad at Reid?" The question left her confused, stopping rubbing your back so she could stare at you. "He likes your girlfriend."
The words made Emily chuckle and she returned to focusing on the task, despite continuing to look at you. "JJ is not my girlfriend."
She smirked after your curious face. "What? Why the surprise? Not all the women I fuck are my girlfriends." She ran the sponge down your neck and you gasped, going back to watching the water to distract yourself from the unexpected sting in your pussy. Emily was so focused on your breasts that she didn't even seem to notice how you were sighing heavily at her touches. "JJ's an amazing woman, but I'm not looking for a relationship right now."
"Of course." You scoffed, taking a deep breath as Emily leaned in closer, lowering the foamy sponge to your collarbone, quickly stroking the opening between your breasts. "If I didn't know you any better, I'd say you were trying to have sex with me."
Emily's eyes widened and she stared at you in shock for a moment, but put on a stoic expression before saying. "Maybe." She sponged the spot a second time, enjoying watching how you squirmed at the sensation. "Would you say yes?"
You reflected on the possible pros and cons of all that. You two hated each other like cats and dogs, you could barely be near each other without losing your temper. There was a good chance the sex would be horrible and Emily would go around making fun of you with the rest of the team.
But on the other hand, you were very hurt and frustrated by the discovery of Spencer's feelings about JJ. Any casual sex would be a huge help, even if it was with the most insufferable person in the BAU.
Instead of answering verbally, you tilted your head back further, making Emily's hand slide better over your chest, your skin filling with the pink foam.
"Good girl..." Emily hissed, biting her lip, squeezing the sponge and pressing it into you more firmly. You sighed when Emily passed the object over the tip of your left breast, the gentle touch making your legs twitch in the tub.
Emily did the same with the right breast, dropping the sponge back into the water before looking at you, noting how beautiful you looked with your flushed cheeks and wet soapy breasts. "I lied. You're really quite a vision."
You smiled softly, raising an eyebrow. "I thought you hated me."
A snort escaped Emily's red lips and she ripped off her matching shirt, making you even more embarrassed to see her lack of bra, her heavy breasts so close to your face as she bent down so she could run her fingers over you neck. "I fucking hate you, sweetheart. Don't worry." She purred in your ear, while her hand applied light pressure to your throat. "That's not gonna change just because I'm about to make you cum."
You gasped at the gentle grip, but your focus shifted to her lips, so red and luscious. Emily seemed to notice your desperation, as she soon allowed you to taste them, breaking the distance between you by kissing your lips hungrily.
Then your legs tremble during the kiss. You couldn't tell if it was due to Emily's gentle bites on your lower lip, if it was due to her careful choking on your neck or if it was due to her other slender fingers that were playing with your nipples, twirling the little buds.
"E-Emily..." You moaned her name into the kiss and she chuckled softly.
"Are we on first name terms already? I thought you hated me." She teased, using your own previous words against yourself. "Just relax, sweetheart..."
She finally let go of your neck and you gasped, your lungs grateful for the air. You didn't have time to answer properly, falling silent when she began to grip your soapy breasts, enjoying the mounds and biting her lips. "Fuck... Reid has no idea what he's missing."
You frowned, not wanting to hear anything about Soencer. You wanted to pretend you weren't mad at him. You just wanted to cum and leave to deal with your feelings the next day. Then you moved your hand to Emily's breast, taking advantage of the fact that it was so close to your face. Her breasts were so heavy and beautiful that you moaned just caressing them. You had never slept with a woman before, but you were starting to understand why JJ couldn't look away from Emily's neckline whenever they were in public.
"You like them?" Emily asked with a sigh and you nodded silently, your thumbs playing with her pink nipples. "You wanna put them on your mouth?"
The question was so fucking obvious. Your mouth was watering just thinking about those delicious mounds on your lips. "God, yes... Please."
Emily scoffed at the way you begged, but did as you asked. She leaned over until her breasts were right above your face. Your underwater body arched upwards and you began licking her pointed nipple, hearing her soft moans. She gasped as you sucked on one breast and switched to the other, looking desperate like a hungry baby. "Such a good mouth..." Emily growled, looking at your body arched in the bathtub, the sight of your pussy finally appearing made her moan even more, bouncing her breast on your mouth to encourage you even more. She ran one of her hands down your belly, watching your body tremble and shiver until she touched the soft hairs on your pussy.
You squirmed slightly, removing the nipple from your lips so you could moan loudly at the unexpected sensation. The water from the bathtub made your pussy even more slippery as she rubbed your clit. âThat feels so goodâŚâ You pursed your lips, trying to hold on to the tub as Emily increased the speed of the rubbing.
"I know, sweetheart... You're creaming my fingers." Emily whispered mockingly, using her free hand to press you back onto her breasts, moaning at the feeling of your warm mouth. "Have you done this before?" While you nibbled on the soft flesh of her mounds, you muttered a denial. "Fucking in the bathtub or fucking with a woman?"
Your cheeks turned red again and you opened your legs wider, allowing Emily's fingers to move down from your clit to your opening, one finger entering inside you. "Both." You muttered and she nodded, biting back a scoff that wanted to escape. She fingerfucked you a little harder, adding one more and rubbing her thumb over your pleasure spot. "You're so tight..."
You didn't know how to thank her for the praise, so you focused on sucking her nipple, closing your eyes so you could whimper muffledly every time she increased the speed of the movements, water starting to splash out of the bathtub and making a mess in the hotel's bathroom.
When Emily started fucking you faster, you felt your mind going into a state of ecstasy mixed with agony. You never felt anything like this before with another person, the boys you sporadically had sex with didn't seem to be able to fuck rough and good the same time, it was always very dull or very aggressive to the point of being painful for you. There was no middle ground. But Prentiss seemed to find the perfect formula. As you felt her add a third finger, you tried to wriggle away from her touch, the stretch now being equivalent to a thick cock.
"Just relax, sweetheart..." Emily tried to calm you down, keeping you steady with her other hand. You moved away from her chest, making a saliva noise when one of her breasts escaped from your red swollen lips. The worried look on your face softened her. "Trust me, okay?"
You wanted to defend yourself, to say that you weren't scared by the intense stretching inside your pussy, but rather by the pleasure unlike anything you had ever felt. It was all too confusing and new. "It's so good..." You practically sobbed and she furrowed for a few seconds, realizing why you were trying to distance yourself from her fingers.
"Oh, sweetheart... No cock fucked that pretty little pussy of yours so good like that?" She teased and despite knowing she would make fun of you for the rest of your life, you shook your head. "Poor little girl..." Emily scoffed, kissing your forehead and keeping to fuck you, your walls clenching around her three fingers as your clit throbbed from the friction her thumb was causing. âEnjoy it, sweetheart. You'll realize that it's not worth crying for a man if you can distract yourself by cumming in my hand."
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Here's a dialogue prompt for Emily please! Try this out pls. Love you Kam sm sm. "So why are you here?" "To make a fool of myself." ok ty lysm
even though i watched u type this, the wording makes me giggle every time i look at it.
emily prentiss x tech analyst!reader <3
warnings: fem!reader, cannon typical violence, very brief allusions to sexual assault (nothing happens!), angst and fluff! mutual pining.
word count: 5.4k
Emily is the loveliest thing you've ever seen and you can't imagine how she could ever possibly like you back. She enjoys the game, though, and teasing you is her favorite hobby.
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Itâs a sunny day. Warmth trickles down with the scattered light through the leaves. Patterns trace your arms, throwing your skin into a collage of different shapes and shades. Leaning back on your elbows, you watch people mill about the park. You look back down at your arm after a few more minutes, this time focused on the small watch resting there. With a sigh, you stand up and dust off your pants before picking up the small blanket you laid out and tucking it into your bag.Â
You walk back to work, enjoying the sounds of the people around you. You lingered too long at the park during your break and are hoping that nobody notices your slightly late return. Maybe the team will be in a meeting, gruesome pictures you never quite learned to stomach plastered on the board, entirely oblivious to your tardiness.Â
Unlikely, but a welcome thought soothing your anxiety as you push the door open and scan your badge at the security desk.Â
âWelcome back,â the security guard says, smiling at you over his paperback. Heâs an old greying man and you vaguely recognize him. You think heâs new and send him a warm smile in return.Â
âThanks,â you glance at his name badge, âMartin!â
You walk past him and step into the elevator. âWait!â A voice calls and you reach forward to hit the hold button instinctively before you register the voice as Emilyâs.Â
She jogs into the elevator with you, smiling gratefully. âThanks, Iâm already running a little behind.â She lifts a container and shakes it a little. The label is from the Italian bistro across the street, about a ten-minute walk away and always nearly triple that in wait time.Â
âBrave of you to go there during your lunch,â you joke, returning her smile and pressing the button for your floor.Â
You hope she canât see how your hands shake as you reach forward.
âI know, I just love their Pasta Brado. Have you tried it?â
âCanât say I have. Iâm boring, I usually go for the parm.â
âYouâre not boring,â she says so earnestly that you canât help but blush. You cough as an excuse to raise your hand to your face and hopefully hide it some. âYou do have to try it, though. Here,â she offers you the plastic box.Â
âOh, I couldnât. And I already ate.â You ignore the way your chest hurts a little at how enthusiastic she is. The worst part? She doesnât even know how endearing her simple kindness, her casual enthusiasm, is to you.Â
âTomorrow, then. We can go together.â The elevator doors open as she says it and she steps out with an affirmative nod to solidify it. âDonât try to bail out on me either, I know where to find you.â
âYeah, I'm okay,â you say, feeling lame as you step out behind her. âI would love to.â Sheâs too far to hear you, though, already heading to Spencerâs desk and jumping right into his conversation with Morgan.Â
Someone says your last name and you turn on your heel to see Hotch and cringe slightly. âI was trying to find you.â Itâs a kinder way of him reminding you that youâre nearly ten minutes late back from your lunch.Â
âSorry, sir.â
âItâs fine. Do you have the reports finished from last week's trip to Huston?â
âYes, sir, theyâre at my desk. One moment.â
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You and Emily donât go to the bistro the next day because she and the team are sent to a small town in Kansas that night.Â
âIâll owe you lunch,â she says, hand on the back of your desk chair and brushing your shoulder as the team rushes to the jet.Â
âDonât worry about it!â You reassure her.
âIâm taking you to lunch,â she calls over her shoulder, pretend-glaring, âyou will try that Brado!â
And then sheâs gone, leaving you giddy and breathless.Â
You know sheâs just being friendly â she treats Spencer, Morgan, and JJ all the same as you â but her efforts to spend one-on-one time with you outside of work still have you feeling like a schoolgirl passed a note from her crush in class.Â
You try to remind your heart to stop singing because Emily probably isnât even gay and definitely isnât interested. Instead, Garcia scares the shit out of you when she interrupts your inner monologue.Â
âLunch with Emily? Things are getting serious in your work marriage.â You hadnât seen her walk into the room and jump at her voice, hand jumping to your mouth to suppress a yelp. âSorry! Sorry!â
âItâs okay, didnât see you.â
âYour loss, I look fantastic today.â
âAs always,â you smile up at her, nose wrinkling and genuine fondness filling your senses.Â
âCareful, wouldnât want a workplace affair,â she jokes, leaning against your desk and picking up the stress ball you keep handy.Â
âStop,â you moan in good nature. âNobody else calls us work wives.â
âThatâs just because they donât have my brilliance and excellent observational skills.â
âNor do they have the same privy to my more personal thoughts,â you say, glancing up at her before returning to your paperwork. With the team leaving so quickly to tend to a missing child's case, youâre not getting home in time to cook dinner but are hoping to leave early enough to grab food instead of resorting to your freezer stash.Â
âI would hope not. You know I canât be replaced, baby.â
âDoes Morgan know you talk to all your work besties like this?â
âI most certainly do not. Youâre a regular bestie, not a work bestie.â A wink and then her expression sobers. âI do have an actual reason for visiting your humble cubical, though.â
âHm?â
âIâm going to need extra hands for this case. Itâs time-sensitive, as usual, and seems like it will be particularly tricky.â
âYes maâam,â you say, dropping your pen and standing to follow her.Â
Your position at the bureau is kind of a catch-all. Most of your time is spent logging data, building reports, and doing general research for the team. Occasionally, though, you jump in to help Garcia with real-time research. Nothing as high-stakes as her direct assignments, more background work. Calling offices to talk to managers, combing through more meticulous data, generic census material to rule out obvious dead ends.Â
Itâs stressful work that technically isnât what youâre paid for but you never complain. Your team saves lives, consistently putting themselves in the line of danger. If you have to spend a few hours a month helping Garcia call a suspect's manager at McDonald's to see if he still works there, itâs literally the least you can do.Â
âYes, so, it looks like our unsubâŚâ
You drown out Garciaâs brief about information you already have sitting in front of you and begin vetting possible suspects from the large pool her system created.
Itâs going to be a long night. You think about future Brado to cheer you up.Â
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âReid, Prentiss take the back,â Hotchâs voice fills your ears. You imagine the pair nodding and splitting off from the group.Â
This is your least favorite part of helping the team with active investigations â listening in on the calls. Itâs rare that you and Garcia join the line when theyâre approaching the unsub but, with you helping her, it isnât a risk to distract Garcia and a much quicker method of getting any new information the team needs. Itâs a new system youâve only tried thrice, unsure how having microphones on 24/7 will work, and it grants you and the team more fluid communication.
Still, adrenaline floods your veins as you listen to their coms, the sounds of Garcia typing a constant behind their voices, imagining every way this could go wrong.Â
You suspect the girl is still alive, the uncle doesnât seem to have any reason to kill her just yet, but your fear for her grows with every minute.Â
âClear!â
Your eyes fall to the receipts flooding your screen. Ammo. A new rifle and pistol. The team knows but the evidence of this unsubs ability to hurt any of your friends, your family, isnât helping your nerves.Â
âI think heâs going to the roof!â Morganâs voice, clear in the comms.Â
You click out of the documents. Two swift motions on the screen. The firm press of the button.Â
âMorgan, youâre on foot. Prentiss, follow him. Everyone else in vans, go!â
âGarcia, map out possible escape routes from the roof,â you instruct.Â
She nods, screens shifting immediately. She puts on her own headset with one hand and clicks on the call and starts to bark information to Hotch.Â
âGot her!â Reidâs voice sounds and you deflate a little. He mutes as he begins to console the small girl.Â
You know you can take off your headset now, leave the call, and go to your paperwork. There isnât much more you can do to help â youâre sure thatâs what youâre supposed to do â but you stay on anyway, listening.Â
âRight on Elmore!â Morgan calls. You find the street on Garciaâs screen, eyes tracing the path you think theyâre taking.Â
âWeâll try to cut him off,â Rossi says and you can hear tires in the background of the call. The click of a steering wheel cutting to the side too quickly. Someoneâs labored breathing â probably Morganâs as he dead sprints.Â
âStop! Put your hands up!â Emily shouts. The firmness in her voice makes you sit up straighter in your chair.Â
You hear something that sounds vaguely like, âbitch,â before a loud pop drowns anything else out.Â
âEmily!â Morganâs voice, more pops.Â
Gunfire. Thatâs gunfire, your brain recognizes.Â
Your blood has gone cold.
âWe need a medic!â Morgan shouts. Hotchâs line blinks red, going dead as he calls the ambulance. âEmily, Emily.â
Rustling. Cars. Sirens. Morganâs line goes dead after you hear a car door slam shut. Then Reidâs and Rossiâs. Emilyâs is the last to stay green, blinking.
You and Garcia stare at each other as you listen to Emily be loaded into an ambulance. Listen to Morgan tell the team, voice far away and barely tangible, that the unsub only managed to fire out one shot before he downed him.Â
Neither of you can hear where she was shot or how badly injured she is before Emilyâs line goes red as well.
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âEmily?â You call softly, rapping your knuckles softly on the frame of the cracked hospital door.Â
Your name, faint, answers you and you take that as permission to nudge the door open. The room looked dark from the hallway but Emily has the small lamp embedded on the wall switched on, throwing her face into harsh shadow.Â
âHey, you,â you say, walking in, arms full. âI brought things.â
âYou didnât have to do that,â she says, trying to sit herself up further and wincing as the motion pulls on her stitches in her abdomen.Â
âWait, let me help you,â you say, setting your things down and reaching out a hand.Â
You wait for her nod before touching her, letting her grasp your arm and looping your other arm around the back of her waist to take most of her weight yourself.Â
âThanks,â she mumbles. You can tell she hates feeling useless, hates needing help for something as simple as sitting up, so you drop the subject with a nod and kind smile.Â
You turn around to the small rolling tray where you put your things down, pulling two black containers out from a plastic bag. You feel silly and very awkward as you turn around to show them to her.Â
âI know itâs probably not quite what you meant but,â you set the containers down on her bed and pop one open.Â
âThe Pasta Brado! Oh man, I was going to treat you.â Sheâs pouting through a smile, attempting to put on an upset facade and failing miserably.Â
Itâs so cute that you struggle with what to say next.Â
âThank you, really. You can pull up that chair, if youâre hungry now.â
You grab the chair sheâs motioned to and drag it to sit next to her. âIâm hungry if you are. It might be a little cold, though, itâs kind of a far walk.â
âYou walked here?â Emily asks, tone appalled and face comically shocked.Â
âYeah, my car broke down last week. Iâve been walking to work â itâs actually really nice out right now â and I couldnât find a cab from the bistro.â You busy yourself with the food while you talk, opening the second container, setting it on her legs, and unwrapping the plastic cutlery for her.Â
âJesus! You didnât need to come and see me if you donât have a car. You didnât need to come at all, actually. I really appreciate it,â she amends, seeing how your bashful smile freezes on your face, reaching forward as if to touch your face and brushing your shoulder instead. âItâs really sweet of you but you didnât need to walk all that way. Isnât it like a twenty-minute walk from here?â
Over thirty, but you nod anyway, knowing it wonât help your case to correct her. âItâs not a big deal. You were shot in the stomach, of course I wanted to see you.â
âAh, so you wouldn't want to see me otherwise,â she teases, nodding and pushing her pasta around with her fork. She doesnât even try to conceal her grin.Â
âHa ha, very funny,â you mumble. You take a bite of your food and your eyes widen. âOh my god.â
âI knew you would love it,â she beams, watching your expression as you taste the food. You you she meant to say it in a gloating way but you swear you can hear a sort of fondness behind the words. Something in you warms at her ability to know you so well.Â
You tell yourself youâre overreacting about both thoughts.Â
âYou were right â Emily this is unfairly good.â
âOh, I know,â she says, taking her own bite and letting out an exaggerated moan, complete with an eye roll. You giggle and she smiles at you. âThank you, this is exactly what I needed.â
âYouâre welcome,â you say, holding her eye contact.Â
She's been in the hospital for three days, transferred back to Virginia last night; her hair is unwashed and unbrushed, and sheâs wearing no makeup and a hospital gown.Â
Sheâs still the prettiest girl youâve ever seen.Â
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Your car is fixed by the time Emily is released from the hospital two days later and you offer to take her home.Â
âHi Sergio,â you greet the cat brushing against your legs as Emily disengages the alarm.Â
You set her things down by the door before turning to offer her your arm. Emily doesnât pretend that she doesnât need the help when itâs just you two, something youâre grateful for after watching her struggle with the team around, and lets you guide her to her bedroom.Â
You set about making her comfortable, turning down her sheets and propping the pillows up so she can sit.Â
âIâve got it,â she laughs, playfully pushing away your hands.Â
You laugh along with her, raising your hands and backing away. âIâm going to go put the rest of your stuff away and get you a drink.â
âPerfect, Iâll take an old-fashioned. Donât forget the cherry.â
You roll your eyes at her, scoffing and leaving her room.Â
You throw her clothes and go-bag in her laundry room before making her a glass of water and another glass of juice. Once youâre sure sheâs settled in her bed with her book, you return to the kitchen to make her a few dinners, ignoring her protests.Â
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Emily is back in the field much sooner than you would have liked.Â
âI was cleared by the doctors,â she tells you, coat slung over her arm as she digs through her bag for her badge.Â
You smile at Martin, sending him a mock exasperated look, before she finds her ID and shows it to him.Â
âIt still seems too soon, Em,â you persist, reaching forward to push the elevator button and turning so you can lean back to watch her face.Â
âEm?â Emily asks, the hint of a smile pulling up the left corner of her mouth.Â
You sort of feel like you could die in that moment, just from the heat that simple gesture surges through you.Â
âIt just sort of slipped out, sorry,â you say, thoroughly embarrassed.Â
The elevator dings and the doors open, throwing you off balance for a second. This doesnât help your already flared nerves as you stumble back and drop your bag. You reach down to gather it and the files scattered across the floor.Â
Youâre kneeling to stuff everything in your bag when Emily crosses your line of sight again, wide smile on her face â teeth fully on display and nose scrunched, you are in desperate need of help â holding out your notepad.
âI think the nicknameâs sweet. I kind of like the idea of having a name only one person, only you, calls me.â
All of the air has left this godforsaken elevator, the heat must be on, you stare dumbly at her as she reaches forward to grab your bag and put the rest of your papers inside of it for you.Â
And then, realizing you look like an absolute idiot, you snap back into your body and cough slightly. The doors ding and open again, you grab your bag from her and stand slowly. Smiling at her, still crouched on the floor and looking, amused, up at you through her eyelashes, you say, âOkay. Thanks, then, Emmy.â
You walk away after that brief flash of confidence, telling yourself youâre just imagining how you swear her face flushed bright at your comment.Â
And if Morgan mentions a few minutes that Emily seems flusters, well, who can blame you for floating on that high for a few days?
Except she doesnât let it go.Â
She corners you on your break in the kitchenette. Literally. She catches you when youâre examining the coffee pot that has been making concerning gurgles for the past few days and leans on the counter behind you, effectively blocking your exit.Â
Not that you really want to leave.Â
Sheâs wearing a red tank top and dark jeans, her hair is loose around her shoulders, eyes steadily trained on your face as you work.Â
âHello,â you say, quiet in a way youâre not normally.Â
âHi.â
âWhatâre you doing?â You ask after a few more moments of her silently staring at you while you pretend to know what youâre doing with a screwdriver.Â
âEnjoying the view.â
You drop your screwdriver and relish in the sound of her laugh.Â
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Youâd love to say that you had some suave answer to return her charm but you think you spent it all that morning with your boldness.Â
Youâre not shy but confidence doesnât run in your blood either. Youâd say youâre pretty normal â average. You donât find much wrong with that, you know you have other qualities that build you up into an interesting person. You love your friends and coworkers deeply, for one. And have an intense trust in them and their abilities.Â
That trust is always tested in your day-to-day at work but never more than now as you feel the car around you make turns at highway speeds. You think youâre on some sort of back road but itâs hard to tell from the trunk given the obvious lack of windows.Â
Youâre calmer than you thought you would be if kidnapped.Â
Groaning after one particularly rough turn that has you jostling against the sides of the trunk, you allow your head to thump back and stare at the inside of the dark car. Light breaks through the cracks of the hinges of the trunk and you wonder if water trickles through when it rains.Â
Youâve been in here too long to consider if youâre focused on the wrong things. Youâre scared shitless, of course, but the adrenaline faded about an hour into your drive and now youâre just bored.Â
Imagine that â bored as fuck in the trunk of a stranger's car, wrists burning from the rope and jaw sore from where itâs been forced open too long by the fabric tied around the back of your head.Â
Youâre just allowing yourself to reimagine your morning with Emily when the car stops and the engine cuts.Â
You snap back into the present, energy flooding your system again as your brain flicks into overdrive. You might spend your days paper-pushing behind a desk, but you passed your physical. Youâre smart, youâve heard the stories of how these victims survive captivity.Â
When the trunk pops open, you squeeze your eyes shut to prevent pain from the sudden lack of light. You donât want to be blinded and the action has the added benefit of pleasing your captor. He put a hood over your hood when he grabbed you, muttering in your ear in tense tones that you would do best to not even try to see him.Â
Say what you will, you usually do a pretty good job at following directions. This one is easy and happens to be number one on your list right now â keep him happy so he keeps you alive.Â
âGood girl,â a gruff voice says before a calloused hand gropes the back of your neck to yank you forward. Scratchy fabric envelops your head and your hot breath bounces back against you, trapped against the fabric of the hood.Â
You stand when his hands start to grab your waist, pulling yourself to your knees and allowing yourself to be lifted from the trunk.
You want to run but know nowâs not the time.Â
âLook at how well-behaved you are!â His breath is wet against your neck. He stands too close, hands clawing under the hem of your shirt to cling to your skin.Â
He walks you forward like that, chest pressed against your back and breath slithering down the collar of your shirt to hang uncomfortably over your collarbones.Â
Itâs becoming increasingly more obvious what this sicko wants from you and your stomach is twisting at the thought. You urge the team to hurry up, knowing your absence would have been missed ages ago. They have to be looking for you by now. And, with how sloppy this dude seems to be, he must have left a plethora of clues waiting to be found.Â
You have to repeat this to yourself as you hear a door lock click.Â
âTook you long enough. This is the girl? Sheâs kind of ⌠well,â the second man kisses his teeth with a sharp sound. Youâre pushed forward again. âWhatever floats your boat man.â The door shuts and locks behind you. The second man's voice fades as he talks, disinterested.Â
You wonder if itâs wrong to feel slightly insulted right now.Â
âThis way, doll.â
You listen. Itâs saving your life to be complicit in his directions, so you listen. Still, youâre shoved harshly to the floor once you get to where he wants you, knees striking what feels like cement. Before you can recover, your cheek stings and your head is whipping to the side from a sudden slap.Â
Then, thereâs a kick to your ribs. You fall onto your side, too winded to even cry out, lips falling open in a silent scream. A boot in your belly. Your ribs again, your hip and back.Â
âWhy?â You manage to sob out. âWhy, why?â
You donât get an answer.
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Youâre not overly religious but you thank whatever heavens or universe exists that he leaves you alone once heâs done kicking the shit out of you. Your ribs are bruised but the worst you expected hasnât happened.Â
The boredom returns as you lay with throbbing ribs. At least one is broken and every breath hurts. You canât imagine sitting up and, luckily, with your hands tied behind your back, itâs not really an option anyway.Â
It must be near an hour later when youâre fading out of consciousness â a purposeful choice on your part to save your energy â when you hear the front door burst down.Â
âFBI! Hands where I can see them!â Morgan. You nearly weep but think better when your stuttered gasp makes your side throb. âWhat the fuck?â You hear shouted in reply. âRobb, what the fuck man.â
There isnât much of a resistance from the living room. The second man is shouting at what you can only assume is the first â your initial kidnapper â but thereâs nothing else other than that.Â
âClear!â You hear Hotch call. Spencer replies and then you hear the door nearest you open.Â
His voice calls out your name. You deflate against the floor. A second, you know heâs scanning the room with his gun before holstering it. âClear! I need a medic!â
Hands, gentle, against your face, removing the hood. Swifter after that, removing your gag, and then hand binds.Â
âHey, Spence,â you say, trying to smile up at him.Â
âShh, youâre okay. Weâve got you.â He starts to support your weight behind your shoulders and the pain that brings is too intense to prevent your yelp.Â
âOh my god, is she okay?â You hear Emily ask seconds before you see her. She looks concerned, hair now in a tight ponytail and FBI vest strapped over her chest. She whispers your name once and then a second time, reaching forward to gently brush your hair out of your eyes.Â
âHey, pretty,â you say, words tumbling out of your mouth before you can catch them.
âHi beautiful,â she answers, reply just as soft as your own. Earnest.Â
It makes your heart ache and, for the first time since being yanked off the road walking to grab lunch, you start to cry.Â
âHey, hey, Iâm sorry. Iâm sorry, beautiful, itâs okay. Youâre okay.â She repeats this as youâre lifted by the paramedics and cry harder.Â
She repeats it when they stitch up where kicks burst the skin over your cheekbone open, repeats it as she trails a hand down your arm in gentle patterns while they examine your ribs and confirm that youâve broken two, maybe three.Â
She tries with you in the ambulance.Â
You canât help but think about being on the phone when you heard Emily be shot weeks earlier. You squeeze your eye shut as they insert the IV, beyond grateful that sheâs there to hold your hand while they do it. The tear that falls down your cheek has nothing to do with the pain and everything to do with the thought that you couldnât have been there for her in the same way.Â
An odd thought, you realize, but itâs the one youâre stuck with as you drift away when the pain medicine enters your system.Â
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Youâre sent home three days later. You insist on spending the night alone, afraid to admit youâre scared because, honestly, nothing much happened to you.Â
Oh, of course, everyone tries to convince you otherwise but you know theyâve all had it worse. You were gone from the bureau for about eight hours and spent most of it bored.Â
So you force yourself to spend the night alone. You donât need help moving around or doing things for yourself so you convince yourself you donât need help.Â
Youâre cooking dinner when the doorbell rings. You wipe your hands with a dish towel and take your time walking to the door to look through the peephole. You donât know who took you yet, you havenât asked and nobody has said, but you can imagine seeing him through the door. Waiting for you, waiting to kill you this time.Â
Okay, yeah, maybe Spencer was right when he talked about PTSD and usual levels of anxiety, but youâre so tired of him being so right all of the time that you really want to prove him right.
There is no man standing on the other side of the door, though. Instead, you see Emily, holding a plate wrapped in tin foil and looking serene in your apartment hallway.Â
You open the door quickly, unlatching it and turning off your alarm with a few clicks. âEmily?â
âAh, man, I was getting used to Emmy,â she jokes, stepping inside with a smile in your direction and kicking off her shoes.Â
You canât think of an answer so you just smile at her, hoping sheâll take the lead. Youâre tired and she must see it because she offers the plate in her hands to you once the door is closed and the alarm is reengaged.Â
âRossi sent me with it with explicit instructions to not let you share it.â
You giggle and take the plate. âIâll have to tell him thank you. Itâs kind of out of your way to come all this way, though, isnât it?â
âNot out of my way at all,â she says, words dripping with meaning as she holds your eyes. âI would have come even if Rossi didnât have food for you.â
âSo why are you here?â
âTo make a fool of myself,â she says, casually, like thatâs something people say every day, âprobably. Youâve just gotten back from the hospital and I know you said you wanted to be alone, but,â she swallows and her words are becoming more rushed as she speaks, âI said the same thing and you still stayed.â
âEmily?â You ask, setting the plate down on your hallway table and clearing your throat. âAh, Emmy?â You amend when she cuts you a look. Your attempt to diffuse the tension doesnât work and she steps closer so youâre toe to toe.
âThat doesnât really answer your question, though. Youâre sweet enough that you would let it go, but,â she shrugs, reaching forward to gently loop her fingers around your wrists. âStop me if this is awful timing. Please,â she says, leaning forward and staring into your eyes.Â
You feel like youâre suffocating, but if this is death, youâll greet it gladly in the irises of Emily Prentiss. Youâre caught in the trap of the moment, heart hardly breathing, all aches and sores forgotten because Emily is leaning closer, breath fanning across your face. You feel intoxicated, ensnared.Â
Everything that has ever been exists here, now, in this moment. Every breath used to blow out birthday candles and blow away eyelashes â breaths with purpose, with wishes, with intent â exists between the two of you as she leans closer and closer. Closer, still, and how can so much distance exist between you two when youâve been standing so closely?
âJust, stop me, if you want,â she whispers against your lips, eyes falling shut.Â
Time yawns again, freezing. Your eyes open, hers closed, beats of seconds pausing. Hesitating for you to hold this moment in your hands. Youâre grateful to appreciate it because she really is so lovely. Her bangs are pushed back from her face with a headband â imagine that! Emily owns headbands! â and you can see every detail of her face. Her elegant nose, her slim eyebrows, her narrow, prominent, lips.
And then your heart finally catches up, beats loudly, cracks whatever fragile plane of glass holding the moment so perfectly still, and her lips are meeting yours.Â
You gasp into her mouth, hands breaking out of her hold to grab her face. Youâre afraid that sheâs going to pull away before this kiss can be fully real. Before you can actually taste her â lemon cake and rain and warmth. Before you can memorize the feel of her lips pressed against your own before you can drag her closer and slip your hands into her hair.Â
But she doesnât pull away. She meets your enthusiasm with a sigh and then enthusiasm tenfold. You can feel relief in the kiss, feel how she relaxes into you. She takes a step forward and you take one back half the amount to account for it.Â
A tilt of your head and itâs better, impossibly. Sheâs firm, sturdy, beautiful. Confident. Lovely, lovely, lovely.Â
And then she reaches forward to hold you to her, hands brushing your ribs to wrap around your back and you canât hold in the gasp of pain that causes you to stiffen. You want to take it back, want to ignore the pain, want to keep her near, but she wonât allow it.
âOh, Iâm so so sorry. Are you okay? Iâm sorry.â You smush the apologies against her lips, removing one hand from her hand to guide her arms around your shoulders where they wonât hurt. âOkay! Okay,â she giggles, leaning back with several short kisses that do nothing to satiate you. âI need to know youâre okay.â
She can obviously tell she hasnât hurt you too bad by your reaction, but the sweet caution in her voice has you melting further.Â
âIâm perfect.â
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The leaves crunched under the tires of the SUV as you drive down the winding road, the vibrant oranges and yellows of fall foliage creating a picturesque backdrop that contrasted with the weight of the case you were working on. It is one of those crisp autumn mornings where the air feels electric, vibrant leaves swirling like confetti in the wind, the windows rolled down and crisp autumn air is swirling through the car.
Emily sits in the passenger seat beside you, her focus directed at her notebook, scribbling down notes. Every once in a while, she will look up, scanning the tree line as if the answer to the case might materialize from the colorful landscape.
You canât help but steal a glance at her, your heart fluttering. Something about her is just so captivatingâthe way she focuses with such intensity, the slight furrow in her brow as she brainstorms, and the way her dark hair falls around her face, framing her features in the golden morning light. It would probably all be easier if you werenât colleagues, you wouldnât feel as bad or as complicated about your attraction.Â
The conversation had been light so far, but a lull has settled in the cabin of the car. When you had told the others that you would go for a little drive to clear your head and contemplate the next steps in the case, you hadnât expected for Emily to ask if she could come. As you navigate the road, you think about what to say to bridge the silence.
âHey, Em,â you finally break the quiet, keeping your voice casual. âA penny for your thoughts?â
She tilts her head slightly, pulling her focus from the notebook to meet your gaze. The sunlight catches in her dark hair, creating a halo effect that amplifies your stirring emotions. It takes a second for her to respond, her brow relaxing as she launches into her thoughts.
âI was just going over the timeline of the events,â she says, tapping her pen against the side of her notebook. âThereâs still something off about the alibis we were given. I canât shake the feeling that someoneâs hiding something.â
She looks away, eyes drawn to the swirling leaves outside. âI just wish we could find a way to crack this, you know? It feels like weâre chasing shadows.âÂ
âRight, and thereâs still so much we donât know about our suspect.â
She nods, her eyes narrowing as she considers the situation. âI feel like weâve overlooked something crucial. Maybe itâs in the way the incidents are connected? We should try and see if we can get an overview over everything and see if we can find a common thread.â
You lean back in your seat, contemplating her words as you keep your eyes on the winding road ahead. Emily's passion for detail and her determination to solve the case only deepen your admiration for her. âA detailed overview is a good idea,â you reply, trying to channel your thoughts into a structured response.âLetâs map it out when we get back,â you suggest. âIf we can visualize everythingâthe timeline, the suspects, the alibisâit might give us a clearer picture.Â
You nod thoughtfully, but as you shift your gaze back toward the winding road, a sudden gust of wind sweeps through the open windows. The vibrant leaves from the trees dance gracefully into the air, swirling around the SUV like golden butterflies. As one particularly daring leaf flutters in through the window, it makes a delicate spin before settling on Emilyâs notebook.
Startled, she looks down, her eyes widening in surprise before breaking into a radiant smile as she picks up the leaf up between her fingers. The light filters through it, revealing an intricate pattern of veins that almost resembles a work of art.Â
You canât help but grin at her delight. âWell, if that isnât a sign of inspiration, I donât know what is,â you joke lightly, grateful for the moment of levity amidst the weight of the case.Â
Emily holds the leaf up to the sunlight, allowing its golden hues to shimmer in the light, her expression a mix of wonder and thoughtfulness. âMaybe itâs the universe telling us to take a break,â she suggests, her tone playful yet earnest. âI donât know about you, but I could use some coffee and a pastry right about now,my treat.â
You chuckle, unable to suppress the warmth blooming in your chest at her offer. âIâm always down for coffee and pastries,â you respond, glancing at her with a playful smirk. âEspecially when youâre the one treating.â
Emily laughs, a sound that mingles with the rustling leaves outside, bright and infectious. It feels good to share this lightness with her, especially in contrast to the heaviness of your work.
As you navigate the road that leads to the quaint little coffee shop you have in mind, the vibrant landscape outside only adds to the cozy atmosphere youâre creating in your head, intermingling with the scents of pine and damp earth that waft through the open windows. The trees close in, their leaves glowing under the sun, and for a moment, all the weight of the case seems to fade into the background.
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all shades of blue
(read on ao3)
âWould youâŚâ Kie stopped, because how the hell was she supposed to ask this question? And especially to this boy. John B would have been a little too earnest and specific, Pope would have been awkward and scientific, but with JJ, everything was a joke. She couldnât bear it if she got made fun of for this. But JJ just blinked at her, his gaze steady and soft blue. He wasnât the right boy, exactly, but he was the one in front of her. The one who stayed. "Do you think you would kiss me?"
or, five times Kiara kissed the wrong boy, and one time she kissed the right one - for @jiaraweek, day 6: 5+1
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(Boy)Friend Material | Part I of II | csc x f!reader
You'd think that, having matched with Seungcheol on a dating app, you would be, well, dating. You suppose you're lucky, but not that lucky.
Rating: sfw (this part) | WC: ~3k | Pairing: csc x f!reader | Genre: emotional fluff, friends/idiots to lovers
Warnings: suggestive thoughts, down bad reader, implied alcohol drinking, kissing
Matching with Seungcheol on Bumble was a fluke, or maybe a miracle, considering the fact that you re-downloaded the app on a whim and his profile was the first to come up.Â
The second you saw him in that blue baseball cap and white tee, his jawline sharp and his bicep thick, you knew there was no point in trying to find anyone better. So you conferred with the group chat to crowdsource a good opening line, something about how his birthday should be a national holiday, and awaited his response with bated breath.Â
He replied within minutes, saying that heâd always thought so but was intrigued as to why you did too, and you, ignoring your friendsâ advice to play it cool, told him that he was obviously a gift to the masses to get them through these troubling times. He got bashful then, but apparently you didnât come on too strong in a bad way, because the next thing you knew he was asking for your number and requesting to meet up for some coffee.Â
That was four months ago, and though it never went further in a romantic sense, you know youâre lucky to have him as a friend. Unfortunately, the thoughts you have about Seungcheol arenât the kind youâre supposed to have about a friend.Â
You wish you could say you havenât always wondered what those plush lips would feel like on yours, or if heâd be big enough to stretch you out, or whether heâd take you gently or pin you down and fuck you like he means it, but youâve wanted Seungcheol ever since you first locked eyes with him, even if it was just through your phone screen.
It would be one thing if you only wanted to sleep with him, but itâs a million times worse because you want to love him too. You want to hold hands, and go on cute dates, and get him little gifts just to see his eyes light up. You want to fall asleep in his arms, and take care of him when heâs sick, and tell anyone who will listen that heâs your boyfriend.Â
How could you want anything less when he looks like all of your dreams come to life? When he gazes at you with those big brown eyes, always listening so attentively, as if youâre the only one in his world that matters? When he takes care of you without thinking, like itâs just second nature?
Even at a house party like this, where there are plenty of girls eyeing him and more than a few of his bros wanting to talk to him, heâs by your side. The second your shoulders twitched in a shiver, his jacket was covering them. As soon as your cup was empty, he was accompanying you to the kitchen to refill it. And you know that when you give even a hint of wanting to leave, heâll be guiding you to his car and taking you home, perfectly sober because he volunteered to be the designated driver tonight just so you could have fun and be safe.Â
If only you could tell him to take you back to his place instead of yours. The problem is that he would, and heâd take your makeup off all gently, and give you a big t-shirt to sleep in, and tuck you into his bed before going to sleep on the couch, even though it hurts his back and his feet dangle off the edge. You know because thatâs exactly what he did the time you managed to scrape together enough courage to ask if you could stay over after a night out.Â
You canât have a repeat of that, not when you woke up wishing you were his (after dreaming that heâd fucked you into his mattress). You barely kept yourself from begging him to make your dreams a reality that morning, especially when he greeted you with bedhead, a gravelly voice, and your favorite pastries from the bakery down the street.Â
It took you weeks to get over it, to be able to look into his eyes without wanting to either confess your love or jump his bones. And still, almost two months later, youâre pushing down both of those desires. Holding your feelings back when youâre with him is a constant struggle, one thatâs only made more difficult by his affectionate and protective nature. Itâs becoming painful, knowing he likes you but not in the way that you like him, being so close to him but never as close as you want.Â
Near Seungcheol is your favorite place to be, but youâre starting to think itâs not somewhere thatâs good for you, which is distressing because at this point, heâs one of your best friends. You see him nearly every week for meals and little excursions, and youâd go for every day if you didnât have to keep him from your other friends lest they give away your secret. You donât know how youâd cope with not being around him, but you can only assume it wouldnât be well when heâs so enmeshed in your life, even your landlord knows about him.
God, you cancel one maintenance call after Seungcheol fixes your leaky faucet and Jerry thinks every other repair request is bullshitâŚ
You startle as Seungcheol leans in close to ask you something, though youâre too distracted by the weight of his hand on your waist to process his question. Itâs warm even through the cotton of your shirt and the denim of his jacket, and he must think itâs too loud for you to hear him because he uses it to tug you closer as he asks again, âWhatâs wrong?â
âNothing, I think Iâm just ready to go,â you respond weakly, forcing a smile that must look as fake as it feels. Knowing youâre not telling the truth about the first part, he frowns reproachfully at you and lets go of your waist to intertwine your fingers with his, pulling you behind him to the front door. Thereâs a chill in the air though itâs barely September, and he drops your hand to wrap his arm around your shoulders, syncing his steps to yours and holding you tight.
Itâs a short walk but the quiet tension makes it feel like eons have passed by the time you arrive at his sedan. He opens the passenger-side door for you and takes your bag so you can climb in unhindered, gently placing it at your feet before patting your knee and shutting you in. You watch as he jogs around the hood and gets in next to you, taking care not to slam his door. You wonder if itâs because the first (and only) time he did on a night like this, you thought he was upset with you for wanting to leave early.Â
He was so sweet and concerned when you brought it up, instantly rejecting your offer to uber home so he could go back to the party as if he was offended you even asked, before telling you that there was no point in staying if he didnât have you with him. That was just one of the many moments that have ruined you for anyone else.Â
âWhatâs on your mind?â Seungcheol asks quietly, turning his body toward you and reaching for your hand. Unsure of what to say, you give it to him silently and fight back a shudder at the feeling of his warm, rough fingers against yours.Â
You hate lying to Seungcheol, partially because you always want to be honest with him but mostly because youâre so bad at doing the opposite. He picks up on it immediately, and then he gets this sorrowful, wounded look on his face and goes all quiet, which makes you feel like youâre the worst person on the planet.Â
How honest can you be, though?
You could leave out the part about wanting him to fuck your brains out and lead with the non-platonic feelings you hold for him. Or you could leave out the emotional side of things and simply share that you want to ride him into the sunset. Or you could tell him everything, bare your soul and your pussy, and hope for the best. But what if the worst happens? What if he tells you he could never want you like that, that youâre like a sister to him, that he doesnât want to see you ever again because youâve ruined this friendship?Â
You donât think you can risk it.Â
Still, youâd like to avoid deceiving him and hurting his feelings in the process, so maybe you could just be vague instead.Â
âA lot of things, but nothing I want to talk about right now,â you finally answer, avoiding his eyes and pushing down the voice in the back of your mind that screams youâre a coward.
His mouth scrunches to the side and his brows furrow, but after a minute of silence, he accepts it.Â
âOkay, just⌠You know you can tell me anything, right?â He lowers his head to find your gaze, sincerity emanating so brightly from him, it burns.Â
Anything but this.
âI know,â you whisper, attempting a smile to appease him, though the way he sighs defeatedly and looks away makes you feel like youâve just made him worry more.Â
Facing the wheel again, he turns the key in the ignition and carefully reverses just enough to pull forward out of his makeshift parking spot. The music coming through his speakers is soft and low, too quiet to really fill the silence sitting between you and him, silence that isnât usually there. You donât know what to say so you donât say anything at all, your body thrumming with a nervous energy that youâre sure Seungcheol can feel.Â
Glancing over, you find his hands tight on the steering wheel and his lip caught in between his teeth. You hate the idea that your anxiety has seeped into him, but heâs always seemed to think your happiness is his personal responsibility, so you suppose it makes sense.Â
âAre you taking the long way?â You ask in confusion when you face forward again and watch the on ramp to the highway pass you by.Â
âYeah, I hope thatâs okay⌠Just wanted a bit more time with you,â he murmurs with a melancholy tinge to his voice.Â
âOf course thatâs okay, I love being with you.â Shit, you wanted to make him feel better but you didnât mean to sound so-
âDo you?âÂ
âWhat do you mean?â
âI mean, you neverâŚâ He looks over at you and shakes his head, taking a deep breath before continuing to speak. âI know weâre taking things slow but I feel like youâre always holding part of yourself back from me. You never touch me, Iâm always the one touching you. I make the majority of our plans. All my friends know you but I donât know any of your friends,â he sighs in frustration and pulls over into an empty parking lot, putting the car in park. âAnd now tonight you donât feel like you can tell me whatâs wrong⌠I just- If you want to break things off, please just say so.â
When he finishes, he gazes at you, dejection swimming in his eyes like youâre breaking his heart.Â
In your mind, you repeat the words that stand out to you as if theyâre new arrangements of letters with meanings youâve never encountered before.
T a k i n g t h i n g s s l o w.
B r e a k t h i n g s o f f.
What t h i n g s?
âSeungcheol⌠Please donât get upset, but I think we might not be on the same page,â you say slowly. âWhat are we? Because I was under the impression we were-â
âFriends,â you finish just as he responds, like it should be obvious, âTogether.â
âYou think weâre just friends?! We met on a dating app,â he bursts in a barely contained explosion.Â
âYouâre so hot, and sure, we went on that one coffee date, but we never went on any others-â You scramble to explain your reasoning.Â
âWeâve gone on at least three dates a month since we met! Did you think we were just hanging out?âÂ
â...Yes?âÂ
âI plan them, I dress nicely, I pick you up, I pay,â he lists off on his fingers, clearly growing heated.Â
âOkay, so maybe those were dates! But we donât kiss, or have sleepovers, or talk to each other about our feelings,â you attempt to defend yourself.Â
âI was trying to follow your lead,â he grimaces regretfully and pinches the bridge of his nose. âGod, could I have been kissing you this whole time?âÂ
âYou could have been doing a lot more than kissing me,â you laugh to yourself, thinking about all the wishes and desires youâve had since you first laid eyes on him. Then you see his face, and it doesnât really feel funny anymore.Â
He looks equal parts irate and amorous, that strong brow furrowed in displeasure though his gaze is greedy, like heâs had enough of you but at the same time, he could never get enough of you.Â
âAlright, since I apparently need to lay it all out, hereâs what weâre gonna do,â he turns to face you, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek. You barely resist the urge to lean into it before realizing you donât have to resist anything anymore when it comes to Seungcheol, your hand coming up to cover his and hold it to your face.Â
His eyes soften at that, his thumb brushing your cheekbone as he says, âFirst, weâre going to talk about our feelings and get on the same page. Then, Iâm taking you to your place to pack an overnight bag and to mine for a sleepover, and this time Iâm not staying on that goddamn couch. Itâll take a while to make up for four months of not kissing you, but we can start with tonight. Does that all sound good to you?â
âEverything sounds great,â you breathe dreamily, already envisioning being on your back beneath him with those perfect cherry lips on yours.Â
âFuck, donât look at me like that,â he groans, his head falling sideways against the headrest. âWe have to talk first.â
âAre you telling me or yourself?â You ask teasingly, giggling when he squeezes his eyes shut and swears under his breath.Â
âBoth,â he sighs out before saying nervously, âIâll start, because Iâm a good boyfriend.â
You have to swallow down the squeal that threatens to burst from you just at the thought of Seungcheol being your boyfriend.Â
âIâve been into you since I met you,â he begins. âYou make me laugh, you make my heart race, and you make me want you, all the damn time. The past four months have been the best of my life. Youâre smart and beautiful and special and I want to be with you for as long as youâll have me.â
Hearing Seungcheol say these things sends a rush of pure joy through you, followed by a flood of affection. Heâs all youâve wanted for four months, and now you know he likes you. And wants to be with you. Itâs almost too much for you to handle⌠Almost.Â
âSeungcheol, as soon as I saw you on that god-forsaken app, I knew I could stop looking. Youâre funny and kind and thoughtful and devastatingly good looking, and I liked you so much that I tried to be happy just being your friend, but I always wanted more. I think itâs because I was so blinded by my crush on you that I didnât realize we were more. We are more. Hopefully, youâre okay being with me for a long time, because I donât know if Iâll ever want to let you go.â
He gazes at you, his face soft and his eyes earnest, adoring. âThatâs fine with me,â he murmurs, leaning in. âCan I kiss you?â
âI literally thought youâd never ask,â you whisper, inching forward and holding your breath until his lips finally meet yours.Â
They feel supple, lush, just like you knew they would, and he kisses you with a gentleness you didnât expect. After four months of waiting, you thought heâd be impatient, rough, but heâs moving like he has all the time in the world, like youâre something worth savoring. He pulls away reluctantly, but youâre not done yet, your chin tilting so you can press your lips to his again.Â
He sighs against you and you glide your tongue over his bottom lip, gasping when he opens his mouth to lick into yours. His hand shifts to cup your neck, tilting your head so he can kiss you at a different angle, and thatâs when the moan slips out.Â
Itâs quiet, but obvious in the silence of the car, and you pause self consciously for a second before he brushes his thumb over your jaw and moans back. The sound is so hot that youâre inches away from unbuckling your seatbelt and climbing over the center console into his lap, your mind already wrapped up in thoughts of feeling his thick, sturdy thighs under you. He doesnât let you get that far, breaking away with a gasp and staring at you heatedly, as if he can hear your thoughts.Â
âI want too much from you for our first time to be in my car,â he pants raggedly, fighting to catch his breath after you attempted to steal it from him.Â
âI suppose I canât argue with that,â you acquiesce, watching as he shifts into drive and makes his way out of the parking lot. When heâs on the road again, he rests his palm on your thigh with a glance and a raise of his brow, as if to ask if his placement is okay. You just smile and intertwine your fingers with his, trying to shove down the giddiness bubbling up within you as you get closer and closer to your apartment.
AN: there was a natural separation between scenes so i decided to make this a two parter!! smutty part two will be posted sometime this weekend (hopefully)
please i am begging u to tell me ur thoughts and ur thots i am deep in seungcheol brainrot and i need to commiserate
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PART II
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Dress
[emily prentiss x reader]
summary: you're dressed in red, her favorite color. and emily has a hard time wrapping her mind around that or around the fact that she wants to kiss you senseless tonight. pairing: emily prentiss x f!reader w.c: 2K  warnings/content: morcia & their antics; flirting; suggestive content (no smut); kissing; fluff; friends that want to be more than friends but haven't had the guts to say that to one another trope.
A/N: here is my entry for the @imagining-in-the-margins's CM Pride Challenge! The chosen prompt was âAre they... flirting?â âBig time.â with the pairing emily prentiss x reader slightly inspired by taylor swift's dress. I hope you like it! I had so much fun writing this.Â
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â say many name and everything just stops,
I don't want you like a best friend.
only bought this dress so you could take it off. â
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âAre they... flirting?â Derek squints trying to see you and Emily's figure angled towards one another in the bar. His sight isn't perfect but he can't be imagining things. Â
Penelope huffs out a laugh, giving him a look of that's your question? âBig time.âÂ
"It was about damn time." He mumbles, sipping into his whiskey as a gasp beside him makes him direct his attention back to his favourite blonde in the whole world. She was staring at him wide-eyed as if he had just described the secret path to Atlantis. "What?"Â
Penelope slaps his chest, causing him to protest in disbelief. Â
"Baby girl, what the hell?"Â
"You know something!" She points her perfectly done long nails at him, earning a raised brow. "You know about... them." And then, as he follows to where she's pointing attempting to be discreet, Derek finally understands. "Yeah, yeah, spill the beans. Now."Â
Derek takes another sip of his drink to hide the smirk stretching out on his lips. Â
"We all know they're completely head over heels for one another, that's not news."Â
"But you know more and I don't need to be a profiler to notice that in your entire handsome face. Derek." She presses impatiently. "Did Emily say something to you? Is she finally gonna make a move?"Â
"Oh, please," Derek chuckles, patting her shoulders sympathetically. "The move already happened. They are just attempting to pretend it didn't. And they are doing a poor job at it. Just look at that." He mentions the pair across the room from them. You were currently brushing a dark strand of Emily's hair behind her ear, a sideways smile dancing on your lips. Â
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Emily hadn't been in a party mood. Or a little gathering, as Rossi likes to call it. But she was convinced to leave her house by a very compelling text that came from you, who was the only person who could really convince her to do anything, even knitting, which is something she had no idea how it even worked, but if you asked for a knitted beanie, she would buy the materials right this second.Â
Joy Rossi. That is who the gathering in Rossi's fancy place is for. Emily is currently celebrating you and the dress you picked for this event because that proved to be more important. Â
"Red looks really good on you, did you know that?"Â
The disarming smile you send her way is enough to make her falter on her feet. Â
"Yes, I do." You step closer. "And... did you know that I'm only wearing this one because I know it's your favorite color?" Her breathing fails for a long minute and her eyes fall on your red lips. It's like you're taunting her with that smug grin. Â
âReally?â Emily tilts her head to keep staring at you as she takes a sip of her drink, her lips pursing around the reusable straw. She watches as your eyes travel downwards to her mouth and satisfaction bubbles inside her chest. Clearly, she's not the only one being affected tonight. âSo you're wearing it for me? I feel special.âÂ
A smirk stretches across your mouth as your hand lifts to brush back a strand of her dark silky hair behind her ear. Emily tenses up when your fingers graze the back of her neck, but you quickly draw your hand back and she almost frowns in disappointment.Â
âYou are special.â You gently bump your elbow with hers when you rest back to stare at the enormous area in the backyard of David Rossi's mansion. Small groups of people shared conversations and the kids played around without a care for their sleep schedule. Alex waves at you from across the room and you watch as she starts walking over. âSo special that I only bought it so you could take it off.âÂ
As expected, she chokes up on her drink and you caress her back tenderly while holding back a laugh. âYou good, Em?âÂ
She gives you a look that can only be interpreted as a glare mixed with lust as she glances up and down your frame. Â
âI'mâ I'm perfect.â Emily clears her throat when Alex gets to where you are. She hugs you first and then Emily, you're smiling like a Cheshire cat probably. You love it when you successfully get what you want: tease Emily. Â
âOh, look at the two of you. I've missed this.â Blake comments, sipping on her champagne. Â
âWe missed you,â you say truthfully, squeezing her arm with a soft smile. It is the truth, Alex Blake was an important addition to the team and you will forever miss her on your daily routine at the BAU. Â
She offers you a grateful smile and the conversation follows for a few minutes until Alex has to go and you and Emily are left alone. Again. Â
Somehow, you don't find any complaints about that.Â
âHey,â you nudge the back of her hand to call for her attention. She had already been looking at you, when you take notice of that you feel the side of your neck warm-up. âDance with me?âÂ
Emily finally diverts her attention from you and it settles on the empty makeshift dance floor. Â
âNobody's dancing.âÂ
You hum, dragging your hand towards hers to pull her softly with you. She follows with a groan, feigning annoyance which you know couldn't be farther from the truth. An annoyed Emily would have a permanent scowl on her pretty face and lips pulled downwards. But now she's displaying one of her award-winning grins and there isn't one single limb in her body that holds tension. Not as you're here, anyway. Not as she's in your presence.Â
âWe are,â you inform, guiding both of her hands to your waist and placing both of your arms around her shoulders, your fingers immediately reaching the back of her neck. âYou look beautiful tonight. I forgot to say that before.âÂ
She pulls you closer carefully and you feel her hands move upwards, fingers drawing circles on your back. Â
Emily suddenly doesn't care that she's in the public eye not trying to hold herself back from something she's wanted for years. She's been so used to hiding that whatever it is that the both of you are doing is frightening and freeing at the same time. It might be the alcohol âshe hasn't had that much of it â but you're showing interest and she doesn't feel as if this is one-sided anymore. Â
âThank you.âÂ
âOf course,â you caress the baby hairs on the back of her neck. âIt's not like you ever get out of my mind and you look beautiful every day so...âÂ
Emily looks away and laughs and you feel your brain burst in flames because yes, she really is beautiful and I can't think straight right now with her laughing. Â
âYou should stop that.â Emily warns. She's teasing you and you decide to play into her antics by pretending to be completely innocent.Â
âStop what?âÂ
âThat.â She lowers her hands to the small of your back, tightening her hold there as you sway to the slow song. âI'm trying really hard not to kiss you right now.â The way her breathing tickles the side of your face, makes you immediately close the gap between your lips but you refrain from doing so. There's still some common sense left in your slight inebriated state of mind. Â
âWhy are you trying,â you croak out, voice rough, lifting your thumb to her jaw, outlining the thin scar she earned when she was a kid. You lean back a bit to be able to look her in the eye so there's no breach in your communication. âStop trying, Emily. I'm here.â I want to kiss you too. You've no idea how bad I want that.
Her eyes fall to your lips, âare you sure?â The warmth of her hand is grounding and it is possibly the only thing keeping you upright at that moment. Â
âYes.â Â
But she takes too long and you're the one who closes the small distance left between the two of you. Her arms wrap around your middle and she brings you closer to her body when your lips connect. Â
It's a damn loud whistling that splits you apart. Your brows are pulled into a frown of confusion when you take notice of your friends gathered together laughing. You caught Penelope shushing Derek and this is what you need to know what's going on. All eyes are on you. Not all of them, most people had left already and now it's only whoever is part of the BAU and their partners. Even Rossi's daughter, who the party was for in the first place, had already left. Â
âYou couldn't have done that a month ago?â Luke Alvez whines from his table beside Spencer, who's outstretching a hand towards him. When the money is placed on top of his palm, he winks at Luke in victory. Â
You hide your face in Emily's neck, cursing under your breath. She attempts to comfort you by rubbing her hands up and down your back.Â
âCut it out.â Emily rolls her eyes at her friends.
âYou bet on us?â You exclaim in disbelief, disentangling yourself from her to place your hand on your hips. Emily watches you get ready to put everyone in their place and she can't even be mad about anything else when the scowl on your face is one more thing she wants to kiss. Though what you say surprises her and everyone who's waiting for you to yell at them. âWho won?â Â
Derek, JJ, and Spencer raise their arms as a trio of toddlers admitting they did something wrong. Â
âWe bet something was going to happen tonight.â Derek wriggles his brows. âBut I think I can say for everyone that we all knew you're completely whipped for each other.âÂ
JJ groans loudly, âyes. It's embarrassing.â Â
Thanks to your friends, your face must be the same color as your dress.Â
âI think half of that money should be ours.â Emily tugs you closer to her again, wrapping a protective arm around your shoulders. âWe technically made you win.âÂ
âBut you had no idea,â Spencer interjects, shaking his head. âTechnically, you weren't even going to come tonight. She convinced you. So she should get half of the money, not youâ Ow!âÂ
âPretty boy,â Derek hisses. âShut up. There are no technicalities, we won!âÂ
âWell, I'm just sayingââ Â
You block off the rest of their bickering to realize Emily's dragging you away from all the attention, something you're very grateful for. Â
âSorry about that.â Emily gives you a guilty smile as you finally get inside the house. Â
âAre you sorry for kissing me, Emily Prentiss?âÂ
Her eyes widen comically, âwhaâNo! I just, I was saying sorry because of that whole thing they didââ you cut her off with a peck to her lips, chucking at her bewildered expression. Â
âI'm messing with you. And don't be sorry, cause I'm not.âÂ
The grin plastered on her face is contagious. When she kisses you again, it's more urgent, needy, desperate. Â
âMy apartment or yours?â You ask breathless when your back hits the kitchen counter and she starts kissing down your neck. Â
âMine. It's closer.â She pulls you in for another passionate kiss before you drag her to exit the house.Â
âGreat, cause none of us is in any condition to drive and I can't wait for you to take this dress off of me.â Â
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Subconsciously Green-Eyed
Summary: Jealousy? Emily's never heard of it.
A/N: So...I tried to challenge myself to do a 500 word drabble. I didn't make it. LMAO. But lucky for ya'll you get two fics from me within 24 hours! There's no warnings to this one; there's no smut.
Word Count: 983
Emily cast her glance back and forth across the table. It wasnât unlike her team to joke and lighten the mood during debriefs, but something about this instance was getting under her skin.Â
She eyeballed the table, looking intently at each person present trying to figure out what was bothering her. It was the usual group of people; Tara, Penelope, JJ, Luke, and Dave. But there was also a new addition to the table.Â
A young, attractive agent from New York. A bright mind in the Cyber Division office, if she were to go by what your section chief said. You were down in DC helping out on the case they were currently working on. Everyone on the team was besotted with you already after only having known you for two days.Â
You were a bright light in the otherwise bleak office. You were average in height, but loud in personality. Your optimism rivaled that of Penelope, as did your technological savviness, and your humor meshed well with both Tara and Luke. You were confident and extroverted without being cocky and knowledgeable without being a know-it-all.Â
Everyone was captivated by you, trying to work closely with you over the past couple of days. You had knowledge that seeped into various topics that made you an asset at the round table. More importantly, you were creative with directions to take the case that opened up a few different leads that impressed everyone, including Emily.Â
As Emily continued surveying the table, you were in the middle of a funny story from your first New York case and everyone around it had their eyes on you. You were leaning lightly into Penelopeâs personal space, your hand on her arm, sharing a quick giggle at something techy. You made sure to make eye contact with everyone around the table, keeping everyoneâs attention on you. It felt natural, the way you worked the small crowd, and Emily could tell that each member was enamored with you.Â
She noticed that Tara and Lukeâs eyes were more heavily focused on you than the others, something dark and gleaming. Watching them watch you, their eyes trailing sneakily but lazily over your body, Emily could feel something swelling inside of her. Something unnamed, something she hadnât felt before.Â
As she was internally cataloging whatever feelings were swirling inside her, she didnât notice the room clear out leaving only herself and you.Â
You noticed Emilyâs distraction during the past few minutes, especially as the team made their way out and she stayed behind. Her gaze was directed at the table top, but it looked befuddled, distant.Â
âAgent Prentiss?â When you didnât receive any response, you timidly walked around the table and gently put your hand on her arm. You spoke quietly, not wanting to scare her out of her reverie. âEmily?âÂ
Regardless of your trying to be soft spoken, Emily still startled, jumping a little. âWha- oh. Sorry, I was in another world.âÂ
You laughed lightly, breaking the tension a bit. âI could tell. Is everything okay?âÂ
Emily cleared her throat, still unsure of how to name the emotions rippling inside her. âOh, ye-yeah. Itâs nothing. Just a lot on my mind.â She looked around, finally registering that the team had left. âAre you enjoying DC?âÂ
You tilted your head a little at her, your eyes softening. âI am. Itâs a nice change of pace from New York,â you stepped a little closer to the section chief. âI really like the team. Everyoneâs, uh, great.âÂ
Emily had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. Go figure you enjoyed the attention of her agents. She figured you probably noticed the glances that some of them were throwing your way, your personality clinging to the admiration. âI can tell,â she said with just a hint of something venomous.Â
Your head tilted a little further as you scrutinized her. You were not as proficient in profiling, but you werenât blind. You leaned back on the table and crossed your arms over your chest, regarding Emily with a hint of amusement. âAgent Prentiss, are you jealous of my newly budding relationships with your team?âÂ
âJeal-? Jealous? No, no. Why, why would I be jealous?âÂ
Emily felt her face flush, confused by the emotions rushing through her. Was it jealousy? But why would she be jealous of her team showing you attention?Â
âIt doesnât take a profiler to spot jealousy.â You walked closer to her, close enough that you could feel her body heat. âYouâre stuttering over your words when youâre normally very well spoken. Your hands are clenched at your sides right now.â You trailed your hands over Emilyâs hands, loosening them. You trailed your hands up her arms, keeping your eyes on Emily and her reactions.Â
As your hands brushed her shoulders, Emilyâs breath caught. âI can feel your muscles, youâre pretty tense right now.â Your hands continued north, brushing the underside of her jaw. âYouâve been clenching your teeth and frowning with narrowed eyes since you noticed Luke and Tara checking me out.â You trailed your thumb over her lower lip, which she had pulled between her teeth at your movements. âSo, yeah, Iâm not a profiler, Agent Prentiss, but all signs point to jealousy,â you said, arching your eyebrow.Â
Emily slowly released a breath, gently closing her eyes in a way to relax herself. âMaybe I am jealous,â she whispered.Â
You watched as Emily steeled herself, confidence lighting up her eyes. You grinned fondly as you gently shook your head, opening your body language as Emily prepared herself.Â
âI think,â she started, her hands landing on your hips. âTo avoid all further jealousy, I should beat Tara and Luke to the punch.â She took a deep breath. âWant to get dinner with me tonight?âÂ
You couldnât suppress the teasing smile that broke out across your face. âWhy, Agent Prentiss, I thought youâd never ask.âÂ
#emily prentiss#emily prentiss x reader#emily prentiss fanfic#virescent v fanfic#emily prentiss fanfiction#emily prentiss x you#no use of y/n#no smut! so sorry lol#idk how this is almost 1k words because it feels so short????#maybe because im used to writing 2k+? idk lol#i promise to actually try to do quick drabbles but for now#heres a little bonus fic (:
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reiderwriter 5k writing challenge
hello, my lovelies, and thank you so much for 5k followers~⥠it's been just under a year since I started writing on here, and it's been so fun interacting with everyone and writing for Spencer and the other members of the BAU team! I was a bit unprepared for some of my other milestones and threw some stuff together last minute for them, but I've been thinking about a writing challenge for a while and I finally decided to do it!
Please note: This is a writing challenge! All the prompts below are meant to inspire you to write your own fics and not as prompt requests for me. I hope you can use them as a starting point to write~âĄ
The theme for the challenge is:
daydreams and shooting stars`â
There are two sets of prompts to choose from! The daydreams' prompts are based on classic fanfiction tropes that we know and live, and the shooting stars prompts are based on the zodiac signs. There are 12 prompts in each list, and you're welcome to mix and match prompts as you like! Maybe you'd like to combine your star sign with your favourite trope, or two particularly match well, or if you like a single prompt, you can just write for that. I don't mind if the fic is only very loosely based on the prompt, too, do whatever you'd like!
The writing challenge will run up until my 1 year writing anniversary, July 27th, so you have plenty of time to get your fics in! I'll be reblogging all the entries, and at the end, I'll add them to a recommendation list! Be sure to tag @reiderwriter in your fic, or use the hashtag #reidersdaydreams or #reidersshootingstars in your tags! I'll be tracking both~⥠You can submit as many entries as you like!
Rules for submissions will be at the end. Please read them before submitting~âĄ
without further ado, here are the prompt lists~â
DAYDREAMS
ONLY ONE BED - a true classic in the sense that I will be reading only one bed fics down to the second I take my last breath. Feel free to invert this to "too many beds," or even "no beds at all, but somehow we're still cuddling," either way, I will read it and likely enjoy it greatly.
GRUMPY X SUNSHINE - which character is grumpy, which character is sunshine? my favourite grumpy x sunshine dynamics are the gloomy character trying their best to become more sunny after a tough life đŤĄ
FAKE DATING - we, in the criminal minds fandom, have written possibly every undercover mission possible to make our characters make out, but I'm coming in as a simple woman to ask - please do it again đŤś
OH. OH. - the plot revelations! Give me them! The sudden moments of clarity! I'm a fan, goddammit.
IDIOTS IN LOVE - there is nothing better than two huge dumbasses falling head over heels in love with each other in an "aw shucks" kind of way. Also, I'm an idiot, representation matters.
ALTERNATE UNIVERSE - coffee shop AU? Soulmate AU? HANAHAKI AU? If someone could please un- or re- traumatise my favourite characters I will be eternally grateful
SECRET IDENTITY - give the character their Emily Prentiss Lauren Reynolds moment, or just make them dress like a clown for like 30 minutes. Both count.
MUTUAL PINING - This harkens back to idiots in love, but it's about the LONGING, it's about the PITIFUL STARES, it's about the BURNING PASSION.
SECRET RELATIONSHIP - my love of gossip makes me a sucker for secret relationship stories because I truly want to be in everyone's business. Character A and B are dating? Brilliant. It's a secret? BRILLIANT.
SICK FIC - your poor little meow meow has a cold. Or your poor little meow meow has been poisoned with anthrax. Or your poor little meow meow is dealing with possible symptoms of schizophrenia. Or your poor little meow meow has been shot-
PSYCHO X PSYCHO - reidams fans, this one's for you đĽ°
ENEMIES TO LOVERS - half of my requests are enemies to lovers requests! Feel free to include rivals to lovers, lovers to enemies, friends to enemies to lovers, enemies to friends to lovers, or any such dynamic that your heart desires.
SHOOTING STARS:
Aries - "I burn for you. I can't sleep at night for wanting you. It's the most maddening, beguiling, damnable thing, but there it is."
Taurus - "There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me."
Gemini - "There's such a lot of different Annes in me. I sometimes think that is why I'm such a troublesome person. If I was just the one Anne, it would be ever so much more comfortable, but then it wouldn't be half so interesting."
Cancer - "I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil."
Leo - "There is no exquisite beauty⌠without some strangeness in the proportion."
Virgo - "They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered."
Libra - "Somehow, we'll find it. The balance between whom we wish to be and whom we need to be. But for now, we simply have to be satisfied with who we are."
Scorpio - "She didn't understand why, but faced with those decaying buildings and straggling grasses, she was nothing but a child who had never lived."
Sagittarius - "If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything."
Capricorn - "There's a low-level, specific pain and having to accept that putting up with you requires a certain generosity of spirit in your loved ones."
Aquarius - "An education was a bit like a communicable sexual disease. It made you unsuitable for a lot of jobs, and then you had the urge to pass it on."
Pisces - "I think it's perfectly acceptable and rather admirable to be moderately delusional."
Rules:
I'm accepting reader insert, an Original Character, a character/character ship, a platonic ship, or a Gen fics for this challenge. It can feature any Criminal Minds character or any character from any fandom you write for. I assume a lot of people will stick with CM, but feel free to write for whoever you choose!
Please tag me in your entries or send the link to me in a DM. It can be already written, or you can write it for the challenge. Again, the tags I'm tracking are #reidersdaydreams and #reidersshootingstars âĄ
The fic can be any genre, but ONLY send me smut if your bio states you are 18+. I will not endorse, nor do I want to read smut written by minors. I will check the ages of accounts posting smut.
For smut or angst fics that could include triggers, please include a content warning above the fic so we can be aware before reading!!
Enjoy!!
#reidersdaydreams#reidersshootingstars#spencer reid#criminal minds#reiderreplies#spencer reid x reader#reiderslibrary#spencer reid fanfic#mgg#spencer reid smut#criminal minds fanfiction#criminal minds fandom#criminal minds challenge#criminal minds writing challenge#fanfiction writing challenge#cm writing challenge#writing challenge#aaron hotchner#tara lewis#penelope garcia#david rossi#derek morgan#jason gideon#emily prentiss#luke alvez#elle greenaway#alex blake#jennifer jareau#kate callahan
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